I don’t think I belong in Heaven, Ellen. I dreamt once I was there. I dreamt I’m in Heaven and that Heaven didn’t seem to be my home. And I broke my heart with weeping to come back to Earth and the angels were so angry they flung me out in the middle of the heath on top of Wuthering Heights. And I woke up sobbing with joy. That’s it Ellen. I have no more business marrying Edgar Linton that I have of being in Heaven. But Ellen, Ellen, what can I do? … Who else? He sunk so low. He seems to take pleasure in being mean and brutal. And yet, 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 frost from fire. I once thought of living as Heathcliff. Ellen, I AM Heathcliff.
