“I myself have never had one, but now I can picture one. I didn’t like Wuthering Heights at first, but the minute that specter, Cathy, scrabbled her bony fingers on the window glass – I was grasped by the throat and not let go. With that Emily I could hear Heathcliff’s pitiful cries upon the moors.”

“I myself have never had one, but now I can picture one. I didn’t like Wuthering Heights at first, but the minute that specter, Cathy, scrabbled her bony fingers on the window glass – I was grasped by the throat and not let go. With that Emily I could hear Heathcliff’s pitiful cries upon the moors.”

— Mary Ann Shaffer