Wuthering Heights



Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights is a novel difficult to categorize. Published in 1846, was written by Emily Bronte voluntarily removed from the fashions of the time and taste that prevailed in Victorian English society throughout the nineteenth century. Authentic in its bid, the narrator chose to expose the inner world that seethed within her and choked her. The result supports the effort: rarely force emanating from the characters hits and moves with such brutality, and at the same time and with the same intensity, envelops and seduces.

The play is about stormy love between Heathcliff and Catherine, a love that never comes to fruition because she prefers the status on him. This one goes and the passage of time becomes determined to get revenge on everyone who loved not and those who oppose his love for Catherine. That is the central idea of the work. Still remains in force in this story of our time, as are topics that continue to exist and dealing with human nature, moral values: Courage, loyalty, betrayal, vices, solidarity, revenge, etc.. We like to carry out their plans; Heathcliff himself is consumed by his own thirst for revenge. These questions are applicable today, who is carried away by their passions in a direct anger rampant destruction. Everything you do today will have consequences tomorrow or just things to take their course are acquiring its own balance. As such unbridled passions can take control of ourselves and we be totally destroyed, even hurting those around us. Finally, when completing the story has a happy ending, where love triumph over hatred, revenge and resentment. Well, that's my opinion. No you can serve both, maybe starting to your own ideas.



The Essence of Love and Passion in Wuthering Heights

Catherine cannot live without the love of her Heathcliff. The feelings you experience are primary and very strong intensity because they have a passion component determinant. From Edgar likes some things: his elegance, his manners, the good life offered, but his feelings respond to another level that it, with great clarity, qualified with these metaphors in one of the most beautiful paragraphs of the novel:

“…My great suffering in this world have been Heathcliff's suffering, I've seen and felt each from the beginning. The great thought of my life is him. If all perished and he remained, I would still exist, and if everything was and he disappeared, the world would be ...