{"id":190,"date":"2009-10-30T07:37:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-30T12:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.chloeneill.com\/?p=190"},"modified":"2009-10-30T07:37:00","modified_gmt":"2009-10-30T12:37:00","slug":"heathcliff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/?p=190","title":{"rendered":"Heathcliff"},"content":{"rendered":"
I kept waking up last night, and each time I did I had lyrics from Michael Penn’s No Myth (Romeo in Black Jeans)<\/i> in my head. <\/div>\n
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I know. Seems tres random. But, the lyric actually made sense, given my post earlier this week about Halloween reads: <\/div>\n
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What if I was Romeo in black jeans?<\/div>\n
What if I was Heathcliff? It’s no myth.<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n
In honor of that odd, head-stuck lyric, I bring you selections from a gothically delicious favorite, Wuthering Heights<\/a><\/i>!<\/div>\n
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‘This is nothing,’ cried she: ‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.’<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Keep an eye on the blog tomorrow for a special Halloween treat–the back cover copy for TWICE BITTEN! <\/div>\n
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I kept waking up last night, and each time I did I had lyrics from Michael Penn’s No Myth (Romeo in Black Jeans) in my head. I know. Seems tres random. But, the lyric actually made sense, given my post earlier this week about Halloween reads: What if I was Romeo in black jeans? What[…]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[362],"class_list":["post-190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-twice-bitten"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=190"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}