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“I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”

“I’m sure those are not the right words,” said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve made up my mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I’ll stay down here! It’ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying, ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look up and say, ‘Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up: if not, I’ll stay down here till I’m somebody else’but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, “I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!”

After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone, curtained with fine-spun, moonlit gloom, while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind. Anne had always loved that brook. Many a dream had she spun over its sparkling water in days gone by. She forgot lovelorn youths, and the cayenne speeches of malicious neighbors, and all the problems of her girlish existence. In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of “faery lands forlorn,” where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart’s Desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

“But why wouldn’t such a rapid rise to fame send an empty head like that into a spin?” concluded my friend, who had just related some classic examples of Czentovic’s childishly authoritative manner. “Why wouldn’t a twenty - one - year - old country boy from the Banat start putting on airs when pushing some pieces around on a wooden board is suddenly earning him more in a week than his whole village back home makes in an entire year of woodcutting and the most backbreaking drudgery? And, actually, isn’t it damn easy to think you’re a great man if you aren’t troubled by the slightest notion that a Rembrandt, Beethoven, Dante, or Napoleon ever existed? This lad has just one piece of knowledge in his blinkered brain—that he hasn’t lost a single chess game in months—and since he has no idea that there’s anything of value in the world other than chess and money, he has every reason to be pleased with himself.”

Events are unfolding in the north of England, in Wuthering Heights. Once a long time ago, Mr Earnshaw brings to his house a gipsy-like boy, with black hair and dark eyes. Despite his wife’s objections, Mr Earnshaw adopts this boy, giving him only one name – Heathcliff. His children now, Catherine and Hindley, must share their father’s love with Heathcliff. Heathcliff’s early years were very complicated: Mr Earnshaw’s death, Hindley’s constant bullying, servants’ harsh humiliation etc. However, there was a good thing – Catherine’s kind attitude raises in Heathcliff’s heart an eternal love for her for a life time. When his love for Catherine is not returned, he suddenly escapes from Wuthering Heights.

Many years later, Heathcliff comes back to Wuthering Heights as a wealthy, handsome man, who wants to avenge his former childhood sufferings. He finds Catherine married to another man and does his best to get revenge for her selfishness and indifference. His revenge takes horrible forms and knows no limits in time. He turns into a heartless, cruel man who can hardly stop on his way of revenge and hatred. Although, his love for Catherine never dies in his heart…

Emma is a young lady who lives with her father at Hartfield, Highbury village. She is rich, beautiful, clever, and independent. She seems to have one of the best blessings of existence. She has everything her heart desires – property, popularity in society, and sharp mind. She has everything but a husband. But she does not want to be sealed by the marriage bond. She promises herself never to marry for her father’s sake. She is fond of making matches among her acquaintances. She fancies herself the master of matchmaking and arranges the lives of her friends. She is so engaged in arranging the feelings of the others that she gets confused with her own senses. Moreover, all her matches result in serious consequences for her friends. To her great surprise, she finds herself in love with her old friend. All her predictions turn out to be quite the opposite. She must take a serious decision: whether to break her promise to herself, or to marry a man she loves dearly. Her decision appears surprising even for herself. ‘Emma’ is not just a sentimental story. It is the whole book of human relationships, characters, true feelings, and emotional upheavals.