If I make it through this week it will be by the grace of God. I think I'm going to do my research paper on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Is that okay? Also we were supposed to blog about those poems and how they connect to the Heights I think. Let me just say......I have no idea but I'm going to try right now. So that's what's up.
Well, I really liked the one about the thrush. The diction was just impeccable I thought. But anyways.... I think maybe they connect because the man who was watching the thrush was dreary, and he looked at the thrush and I think he was jealous and confused. He was confused as to what reason the thrush had to be so happy, and jealous because he wanted to be happy too. The people in Wuthering Heights are only concerned with their own happiness. They are all selfish, spoiled and self-absorbed. They look at each other and think why are you so happy? what gives you the right? But rather than just observing the others happiness they have to act upon it. No one can be happy if they can not be happy themselves. There will be no hope giving thrush singing in the wind.
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