You loved me, then what right have you to leave me? What right answer me for the poor fancy you felt for linton? Because misery and degradation and death and nothing but god or satan could inflict, would have parted us. If i've done wrong, i'm dying for it. Isn't it enough? You left me too? But i won't upbraid you. I forgive you. Forgive me. It's hard to forgive and to look at those eyes and feel those wasted hands. Kiss me again, and don't let me see your eyes. I love my murderer, but yours? How can i they were silent, their faces hid against each other and
Jane Austen created the definitive picture of Georgian England. No writer matches Austen’s sensitive ear for the hypocrisy and irony lurking beneath the genteel conversation. That’s the argument of the Janeites, but to the aficionados of Emily Brontë they are the misguided worshippers of a circumscribed mind. In Wuthering Heights, Brontë dispensed with Austen’s niceties and the upper-middle class drawing rooms of Bath and the home counties. Her backdrop is the savage Yorkshire moors, her subject the all-consuming passions of the heart. To help you decide who should be crowned queen of English letters we have the lined up the best advocates to make the case for each writer. In this event, chaired by author and critic Erica Wagner, we invited guests including author Kate Mosse, Professor and author John Mullan, and actors Mariah Gale, Samuel West and Dominic West, to discuss each writer's influence.
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