Deborah Lutz

“A Victorian woman had promised that when her close friend died she would bury with her letters from a son who had predeceased her. But the woman forgot, when their friend indeed died, to include the letters in her grave. Luckily, a local postman died soon afterward, and the woman buried the letters with him, assuming that he would deliver the letters to her friend in his next existence.”
― Deborah Lutz, The Brontë Cabinet: Three Lives in Nine Objects

“How precarious the vital spark must have seemed to Emily, her beloved maternal figures disappearing one after the other. It goes a good way to explaining why she would develop into such an independent character with a wholly singular writing voice. Since those who took care of her could vanish suddenly, she must ultimately take care of herself.”
― Deborah Lutz, This Dark Night: Emily Bronte, A Life