love is a vampire. i just saw the 1939 version of wuthering heights the other night. for class of course. it was pretty good, in that old black and white movie kind of way. what struck me most is what heathcliff says at the end to catherine.



to give some of you the semi-plot because heaven knows, not everyone read this book (although it was much better than i could of ever imagined)..... heathcliff and catherine grew up together and have this super eternal love bond but catherine spites him to marry a rich guy. and then heathcliff vows to take revenge on her, blah blah. at the end however, at catherine's death bed, while everyone else is praying for her to ascend to heaven, heathcliff says that he wants to curse her to become a ghost as long as he lives. that way, she can be by his side forever. and he pleads with her to take any form to be with him. even if it means he has to be haunted by her while he lives. and then after that, they can join each other in death.



how.....cute. this is supposed to a great gothic love story and while that part of it doesn't quite excite me, the originality of him cursing her to become a ghost so that they can be together forever touches a cord within me. it's like romantic and lovely but also kind of sick in a way because he's so damn selfish he won't let her spirit rest until his does. i like that. don't you?