“What vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that at length I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable. I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strike my colours; and under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment, I desired Mrs. Dean.”

— Emily Brontë , book Wuthering Heights

Mr. Lockwood (Ch. IV).
Wuthering Heights (1847)

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English novelist and poet 1818–1848

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