Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte The following table lists comments made by or about Heathcliff through the novel and shows how Emily Bronte presents...
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Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte The following table lists comments made by or about Heathcliff through the novel and shows how Emily Bronte presents his character in different ways: Vol.

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p. 3

LW

a capital fellow! (sarcastic).

p. 8

LW

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared to him (end of the chapter).

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p. 13

LW

“My amiable lady!” he interrupted with an almost diabolical sneer on his face (re. Cath. Hf) .

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p. 26

LW

Hf stood – his face as white as the wall behind him (on finding LW in the forbidden room).

p. 26

LW

crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth.

p. 27

LW

“What can you mean – to me!” thundered Hf with savage vehemence – struck his forehead with rage.

p. 28

LW

he struggled to vanquish an excess of violent emotion.

p. 28

LW

bursting into an uncontrollable passion of tears.

p. 29

LW

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving .

p. 30

LW

Hf lifted his hand – obviously acquainted with its weight (shows that they are used to his violence).

p. 34

ND

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

p. 35

ND

Rough as a saw edge, and hard as a whetstone! The less you meddle with him the better!

p. 36

Mr E

p. 36

ND

a dirty, ragged black-haired child.

p. 38

ND

a sullen patient child, hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment.

p. 38

ND

he was as uncomplaining as a lamb.

p. 39

Hly

show him what you are, imp of Satan!

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p. 42

ND

She was much too fond of Hf (Cathy E.)

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p. 50

Is

Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar papa! (Links him to gypsies).

p. 50

Mr L

A wicked boy at all events – and quite unfit for a decent house!

p. 50

Mr L

I declare he is that strange acquisition my late neighbour made in his journey from Liverpool – a little Lascar, or an American or Spanish castaway.

p. 53

CE

Why, how very black and cross you look! And how funny and grim! (on returning from the Lintons at Christmas).

p. 58

ND

but Hf’s violent nature was not prepared to endure the appearance of impertinence from one who he seemed to hate, even then, as a rival (just before the hot sauce incident).

p. 65

ND

And, truly, it appeared as if the lad were possessed of something diabolical at that period (when Hly was mad with the loss of his wife).

p. 67

ND

Then personal appearance sympathised with mental deterioration; he acquired a slouching gait, and ignoble look; (explaining how HF took less care of himself and of what others thought).

p. 69

ND

The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak, hilly coal country for a beautiful fertile valley (comparing HF to E. Linton).

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a gift from God; though it’s as dark almost as if it came from the devil.

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p. 80

CE

It would degrade me to marry Hf, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost and fire.

p. 81

CE

Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Hf.

p. 82

CE

my love for Hf resembles the eternal rocks beneath – Nelly, I am Hf – he’s always, always in my mind.

p. 90

LW

Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine; and that I had a great mind to tell him. But alas! How could I offend a man who was charitable to sit at my bedside a good hour, and talk on some other subject than pills, and draughts, blisters and leeches?

p. 92

ND

It was a deep voice, and foreign in tone; yet there was something in the manner of pronouncing my name which made it sound familiar.

p. 92

ND

A ray (of sun)fell on his features; the cheeks were sallow, and half covered with black whiskers; the brows lowering, the eyes deep set and singular. I remembered the eyes.

p. 95

ND

I was amazed more than ever to behold the transformation of Hf. He had grown a tall, athletic, well-formed man, beside whom my master looked quite slender and youth-like.

p. 95

ND

A half civilised ferocity lurked yet in the depressed brows, and eyes full of black fire, but it was subdued; and his manner was even dignified, quite divested of roughness though too stern for grace.

p. 101

ND

Tell her (Is.) what Hf is – an unreclaimed creature, without refinement – without cultivation.

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p. 109

ND

he pays dad back what he gies to me – he curses daddy for cursing me – he says I mun do as I will.

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p. 126

Ed

“Catherine, what have you done?” commenced the master. “Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch, Heath – ?”

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p. 134

Is

Is Mr Hf a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil?

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p. 149

Is

“Take care Ellen!” answered Is. , her eyes sparkling irefully – “Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks! He’s a lying fiend, a monster, and not a human being! He says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him (Ed); and he shan’t obtain it – I’ll die first!”

p. 151

ND

Well, Mr LW, I argued, and complained, and flatly refused him fifty times; but in the long run he forced me to an agreement.

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p. 158

ND

He neither spoke, nor loosed his hold, for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before – he could hardly bear to look into her face – she was fated sure to die.

p. 158

Hf

“Oh Cathy! Oh my Life! How can I bear it?”

p. 158

CL

“You and Edgar have broken my heart Hf! – I shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me – and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are!”

p. 159

ND

Hf went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was livid with emotion.

p. 160

ND

He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy. I did not feel as if I was in the company of a creature of my own species.

p. 165

ND

He was there – at least a few yards further into the park; leant against an old ash tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the dew.

p. 166

ND

He endeavoured to pronounce the name, but could not manage it; and compressing his mouth, held a silent combat with his inward agony, defying, meanwhile, my sympathy with an unflinching ferocious stare.

p. 167

Hf

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you – haunt me then! – I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

p. 167

ND

He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast getting goaded to death with knives and spears.

p. 168

ND

Hf had opened the trinket, and cast out its contents, replacing them by a black lock of his own. I twisted the two, and enclosed them together.

p. 172

Is

I’ve recovered my first desire to be killed by him. Id rather hed kill himself! He has extinguished my love effectually, and so I’m at my ease. I can recollect yet how I loved him; and can dimly imagine that I could still be loving him, if – No, no! Even if he had doted on me, the devilish nature would have revealed its existence, somehow.

p. 172

Is

Monster! Would that he could be blotted out of creation, and out of my memory!

p. 172

ND

“Hush, hush! He’s a human being.” I said. “Be more charitable; there are worse men than he is yet.”

p. 173

Is

Hf – I shudder to name him!

p. 176

Is

Hf, if I were you, Id go stretch myself over her grave, and die like a faithful dog … The world is surely not worth living in now is it? You had distinctly impressed on me, the idea that Catherine was the whole joy of your life – I can’t imagine how you think of surviving her loss.

p. 177

Is

The ruffian (Hf) kicked and trampled on him (Hl), and dashed his head repeatedly against the flags; holding me with one hand, meantime, to prevent me summoning Joseph.

p. 178

Is

His forehead, that I once thought so manly, and that I think so diabolical, was shaded with a heavy cloud; his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched with sleeplessness – and weeping, perhaps, for the lashes were wet then: his lips devoid of their ferocious sneer, and sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness.

p. 180

Is

At the Grange, everyone knows your sister would have been living now, had it not been for Mr Hf. After all, it is preferable to be hated than loved by him. When I recollect how happy we were – how happy Catherine was before he came – I’m fit to curse the day.

p. 184

Hf

Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And well see if one tree won’t grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it! (speaking to Htn after the death of his father).

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ND

(Hf) – appeared to have bent his malevolence on making him (Htn) a brute: he was never taught to read or write: never rebuked for any bad habit which did not annoy his keeper, never led a single step towards virtue (good habits) (this describes the way Hf had brought up Htn).

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p. 200

Js

Hathecliff maks noa ’cahnt uh t’ mother, nur norther – bud he’ll hev his lad;und Aw mun tak’ him – soa nah yah knaw! (he is warning Edgar that Hf wants Linton (his son by Isabella) to live at WH).

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p. 204

ND

He has black hair, and eyes; and looks sterner, and he is taller and bigger altogether. Hell not seem to you so gentle at first, perhaps, because it is not his way (describing Hf to Linton).

p. 205

Hf

God! What a beauty! What a lovely charming thing – Haven’t they reared it on snails and sour milk, Nelly? Oh damn my soul! But that’s worse than I expected!

p. 213

Hf

My design is as honest as possible. That the two cousins may fall in love, and get married. I’m acting generously to your master, his young chit has no expectations, and should she second my wishes, shell be provided for, at once, as joint successor with Linton (Hf explaining his plans to ND).

p. 220

Ed

No, it was not because I disliked Mr Hf; but because Mr Hf dislikes me; and is a most diabolical man, delighting to wrong and ruin those he hates.

p. 217

ND

HF chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea, I made no reply because I saw that he expected none (explaining how pleased he is that he has dispossessed Hn of his inheritance of WH).

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p. 229

Cathy

I shan’t speak to you Mr Hf! – Papa says you are a wicked man, and you hate him and me; and Ellen says the same.

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p. 236

Cathy

Yours (father) is a wicked man – and you are very naughty to dare repeat what he says – he must be wicked, to have made Aunt Isabella leave him as she did!

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p. 251

Cathy

Mr Hf purposely avoids me. I have hardly seen him at all (speaking about the visits to see the sick Linton at WH).

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p. 260

Linton

“Hush,” murmured Linton, “For God’s sake, hush! He’s coming.” And he clung to Catherine’s arm, striving to detain her (shows Linton’s fear of Hf).

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p. 264

Linton

“But my father threatened me, gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, “and I dread him – I dread him! I dare not tell!”

p. 265

Hf

“Now,” he said with curbed ferocity, “I’m getting angry – and if you don’t command that paltry spirit of yours – Damn you! Get up, directly!”

p. 267

Hf

“It’s odd what a savage feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me! Had I been born when laws are less strict, and tastes less dainty, I should treat myself to a slow vivisection of those two, as an evening’s entertainment (showing his feelings about Cathy and Linton).

p. 267

Hf

“Now Catherine Linton,” he said, “stand off, or I shall knock you down; and that will make Mrs Dean mad”.

p. 271

Hf

“Catherine, his happiest days were over when your days began. He cursed you, I dare say, for coming into the world (I did at least). And it would just do if he cursed you as he went out of it. Id join him. I don’t love you. How should I? Weep away” (showing how much he hates Edgar for marrying Catherine and Cathy for killing her mother at birth).

p. 272

Hf

“Keep your eft’s fingers off; and move or I’ll kick you!” cried Hf, brutally repulsing her. “Id rather be hugged by a snake. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!” (his reaction to Cathy saying that she pities him).

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p. 285

Cathy

“Mr Hf, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from the greater misery! You are miserable are you not? Lonely like the Devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you – nobody will cry for you, when you die! I wouldn’t be you!”

p. 285

Hf

“I’ll tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again – it is hers yet” (showing just how obsessed with Catherine he really is).

p. 286

Hf

“I’ll have her in my arms again! If she be cold, I’ll think it is this north wind that chills me; and if she be motionless it be sleep”.

p. 287

Hf

“I could almost see her, and yet I could not!” (describing the time he ran back to WH, convinced that he would see Catherine E. again).

p. 289

Hf

“We know that! But his life is not worth a farthing, and I won’t spend a farthing on him” (his response to Cathy asking him to send for a doctor to see Linton).

p. 291

ND

Hf went up once, to show her Linton’s will. He had bequeathed the whole of his, and what had been her moveable property to his father. The poor creature was threatened, or coaxed into that act, during her week’s absence, when his uncle died (shows how determined he was to get his own way).

p. 298

Cathy

p. 300

Hf

“But, when I look for the father in his face, I find her every day more! How the devil is he so alike? I can hardly bear to see him” (explaining that Htn reminds him of Cath. E.)

p. 317

Hf

If Htn does not turn you out of the room, I’ll strike him to Hell! Damnable witch! Dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I’ll kill her, Ellen Dean, if you let her come into my sight again! (in response to Cath saying that Htn will hit Hf if he hits her).

p. 320

Hf

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing (explaining to ND that now he has the power to do what he wants, he hasn’t got the same desire for revenge).

p321

Hf

I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat! (showing that he feels he has nothing left to live for).

p322

Hf

I’m convinced it will be reached – and soon – because it has devoured my existence – I am swallowed in the anticipation of its fulfilment.

p. 324

ND

Hf stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled; yet certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.

p. 327

ND

Is he a ghoul, or a vampire? I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then, I set myself to reflect, how I had tended him in infancy; and watched him grow to youth; and followed him almost through the whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror.

p. 331

Hf

“I believe you think me a fiend!” he said, with his dismal laugh, “something too horrible to liver under a decent roof!”

p. 332

ND

They would not shut! – they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips, and sharp white teeth sneered too! (describing how Hf looked when he was found dead on his bed).

p. 333

ND

The country folks, if you asked them, would swear on the Bible that he walks. There are those who speak of having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house.

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“Mr Hf never reads; so he took it into his head to destroy my books”.

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