I think I realized what I find so fascinating about the love story in Wuthering Heights. It's that Cathy and Heathcliff's love is sexually pure, therefore in all conventional senses "pure"- yet it is so brutal, violent and destructive to themselves and those around them that you cannot, in all good conscience, call it pure. It's not so much a love story as it is a story of emotional ravaging.

I am absolutely in love with Heathcliff's denial to reveal himself as suddenly sympathetic, by the way. He's been so often refered to as a romantic hero, but really- he's a romantic villian. Both he and Catherine are, come to think of it. My fustration over their seperation and marriage to other people is not rooted in my desire to see two people in love together, but rather it comes from the realization that they honestly do deserve each other, and if they had gotten married at least they wouldn't have ruined anyone else's lives. ^_______^

Yey for Victorian Literature. o.O