Oh yes, I do love purple.
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I’m not sure how many people know this, but I am a huge fan of classical literature. This is a worthy passage [with some cropping] from my current read, Wuthering Heights.
This is a converstation between Catherine who is telling her servant, Nelly, that she accepted a marriage proposal from Edgar Linton, a neighbor. Her adopted brother’s name is Heathcliff and he went from being on the same level of the family to a lowly servant when the father that adopted him died.
” ‘I’m very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,’ I replied. ‘You love Mr. Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however goes for nothing: you would probably love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn’t, unless he possessed the four former attractions.’
‘No, to be sure not: I should only pity him—hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.”
‘But there are several other handsome, rich, young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?’
‘If there be any, they are out of my way: I’ve seen none like Edgar’
‘You may see some; and he won’t always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.’
‘He is now; and i have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.’
‘Well, that settles it, if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr. Linton.’
‘I don’t want your permission for that— I shall marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I’m right.”
‘Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about. Your brother will be pleasedl the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disordely, comfortless ghome into a weathly, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obsticle?’
‘Here! and here!’ replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead and the other on her breast: ‘in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart I am convinced I’m wrong!’
‘That’s very strange! I cannot make it out’
‘It’s my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I’ll explain it: I can’t do it distinctly; but i’ll give you a feeling of how I feel.’
She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.
‘Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?’ she said, suddenly, after sme minutes’ reflection.
‘Yes, now and then,’ I answered
‘I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because 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 a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.’ “
-Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
Thanks to Emily Bronte for giving some love advice that makes total sense.