1801.
No, that's not a prequel to the Phoenix song. That's really the first thing Emily wrote down.
In which we meet the surly and sour-mannered master of both Wuthering Heights (hence, the title of the novel) and Thrushcross Grange. And his name is Heathcliff.
Narrated by some ass-kissser who's renting living space from Heathcliff. Said narrator's name is Mr. Lockwood, and he tries way too hard to stay in Heathcliff's good graces (whatever graces the man does happen to have, that is. He just seems so belligerent).
Joseph is Heathcliff's servant. Both are mean to Lockwood. Maybe they have really sensitive bullshit meters. Even the dogs don't take too kindly to Lockwood. They bark constantly and try to bite him. I kind of wished they did. Lockwood is already annoying me -- he's such a boring narrator!
TO CHAPTER 2... AND AWAY!
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