tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988102379221685948.post5561699371553972648..comments2023-06-22T05:31:32.432-07:00Comments on I'm on my way, don't know where I'm goin'...: Brontë CountryMolly Bettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040495812780926852noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988102379221685948.post-65600887812019084272008-10-22T03:23:00.000-07:002008-10-22T03:23:00.000-07:00Indeed--Wuthering Heights captures the moors, just...Indeed--Wuthering Heights captures the moors, just as Austen captures Bath or Dickens captures London. Crafting literature is such an organic process, absorbing the influences of the author's surroundings. Thanks for your comment!Molly Bettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04040495812780926852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988102379221685948.post-51570892005752926002008-10-19T09:25:00.000-07:002008-10-19T09:25:00.000-07:00Now you've visited Haworth, do you understand why ...Now you've visited Haworth, do you understand why the Brontes never wrote lightweight comedies? You can feel the bleak moors and hillsides leaking out of every scene - Wuthering Heights could never have been written by someone who lived in gentility in a big city.<BR/><BR/>Elaine Saunders<BR/>Author - Fiction Writing Exercises <BR/>www.completetext.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988102379221685948.post-34774512129770096882008-10-18T15:30:00.000-07:002008-10-18T15:30:00.000-07:00You lucky little snot! I am racked with Jealousy!You lucky little snot! I am racked with Jealousy!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09936384833703942187noreply@blogger.com