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seven months pass...
seven months pass...
I'm rereading Wuthering Heights. I can't think of another English Victorian novelist whose prose was as spare as EB's.
I keep forgetting how intense the violence – emotional and physical – is in this novel: Catherine bashing her head against the arm of a chair, Heathcliff calling Isabella a slut, etc.