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In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw -
Heathcliff - Linton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters
started from the dark, as vivid as spectres - the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the
obtrusive name, I discovered my candle-wick reclining on one of the antique volumes, and perfuming the
place with an odour of roasted calf-skin. I snuffed it off, and, very ill at ease under the influence of cold and
lingering nausea, sat up and spread open the injured tome on my knee. It was a Testament, in lean type, and
smelling dreadfully musty: a fly-leaf bore the inscription -
'Catherine Earnshaw, her book,' and a date some
quarter of a century back. I shut it, and took up another and another, till I had examined all. Catherine's library
was select, and its state of dilapidation proved it to have been well used, though not altogether for a legitimate
purpose: scarcely one chapter had escaped, a pen-and-ink commentary - at least the appearance of one -
covering every morsel of blank that the printer had left. Some were detached sentences; other parts took the
form of a regular diary, scrawled in an unformed, childish hand. At the top of an extra page (quite a treasure,
probably, when first lighted on) I was greatly amused to behold an excellent caricature of my friend Joseph, -
rudely, yet powerfully sketched. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine, and I
began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics
things i like to do
- listen to music
- play stardew valley
- talk to friends
- sacrifice men on a full moon
this is ordered
- listen to music
- play stardew valley
- talk to friends
- sacrifice men on a full moon
