Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë

‍­ ‍­ ‍­ ‍­ First Sentence 1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.  ‍­ ‍­ ‍­ ‍­ p.47 He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley’s blows without winking or shedding a tear, and my pinches moved him … Continue reading Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë

The Left Hand of Darkness – Ursula K. Le Guin

p. 31 I SLEPT LATE and spent the tail of the morning reading over my own notes on Palace etiquette and the observations on Gethenian psychology and manners made by my predecessors, the Investigators. I didn’t take in what I read, which didn’t matter since I knew it by heart and was reading merely to … Continue reading The Left Hand of Darkness – Ursula K. Le Guin