“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
for personal reasons . one personal deviation .
I sought, and soon discovered, the three head-stones on the slope next the moor
— the middle one, gray, and half buried in heath — Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss,
creeping up its foot — Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky;
watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass;
and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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