A mask, Wuthering Heights

A mask is like a still from a film, like a frame from a comic strip.  A moment.  A guessable quantity, implied, transparent.  As with the masks of tragedy and comedy.  An umbrella just as the sun is breaking out - suppose that a mask.  Wuthering Heights‘ story seems to come from nothing real. And it seems too commonplace, also, but this insipidity of manner ends in the strangeness of a vanishing … To read the novel is to find oneself unexpectedly haunted by a power that defeats logic.