DEATH

"Afraid? No! I have neither a fear nor a presentiment of death - Why should I? With my hard constitution, and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations, I ought to, and probably shall remain above ground, till there is scarcely a black hair on my head - And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring...it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act, not prompted by one thought, and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea...
       I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are earning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached - and soon - because it has devoured my existence - I am swallowed in the anticipation of it's fulfilment."
Heathcliff

-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. 

 

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