Heathcliff's afterlife

We don't know about Cathy, but Heathcliff must have left his "unquiet slumber" to take a walk around the newstands.

The Westender gives us a hard-to-imagine picture:

Truly great love stories derive their greatness from the fact that the lovers die before the banality of everyday life settles in. What if Heathcliff left Wuthering Heights every morning and commuted to a desk job? Would "Wherefore art thou, Romeo?" retain its sweet longing if Juliet was merely calling him to the dinner table?

We'd pity those people who had to work for him.

And Gordon Brown is definitely the Heathcliff of politicians. Many are the comparisons between them these days. Today The Telegraph has one more:

Like Heathcliff, he emits a sense that he is in the grip of titanic emotions and has grown bitter from brooding on the wrongs done to him. Yet Mr Brown can also surprise people by smiling in the most natural and charming way. Sometimes he purses his lips in a way that makes him look prissy and vulnerable.

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