I have concluded this day’s appointed portion of reading and lay the volume down with a most peculiar confession upon my conscience: though her voice flows on in earnest narration, I apprehend scarcely a thing of what has transpired. The names—Catherine upon Catherine, and Heathcliff echoing Heathcliff—circle me like moorland mist, and I stand quite lost within it.
— Feb 11, 2026 01:20PM
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