My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.' So begins Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen's classic novel of manners and mores in early nineteenth century England. Attention centres o