“‘Only by our own suffering do we become wise, only by others’ suffering do we become good’ – so runs that strange philosophy which derives all mortality from pity and all intellectuality from the isolation of the individual. Herein this philosophy is the unconscious pleader for all human deterioration. For pity needs suffering, and isolation contempt of others.”
“Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy I’ve come home, sprink-oah-hahoahl! Let me in a your ice-cream cone.” I like to imagine she’s just so excited for ice cream as she’s spinning around that field… Song: Wuthering Heights – Kate Bush