A mask, Wuthering Heights

Posted on June 7, 2007


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 a strangeness. 

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