Dirty and haunted, in the middle of nowhere, lays the Moor of Yorkshire. It is a place so far away from civilization that blanks people’s faces when its name is brought up in daily chatters. It is also where heaven and hell collides, and separated by the cold barren moors, two once glorious and significant estates.
Dilapidated walls, grotesque carvings, the gigantic but shallow stone-house by the name of Wuthering Heights, or hell. Surrounded by penetrating coldness, and stuffed with patches of dirt and evil, the stone mansion is no different to a demonic, isolated world where dreams vanish and hopes disappear. “A range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limb one way, as if craving alms of the sun”, Built to endure harsh storms of the dark, the lifeless mansion with bleak vegetation sits on top of the moors, with soggy and infertile land underneath that buries the ashes of vicious, suffering souls.
Through the untrimmed vines, you can vaguely see the deep scratches on the moldy walls and ceilings of the dusty rooms hidden behind the shattered windows, that have trapped and sheltered many kind and unkind ones.
An abandoned cemetery lays by the drowning river, the faint smell of death makes it uncomfortable to breathe. On the gravestones, you can see faded engraves of the ancient names of those brutal and turbulent inhabitants, who struggled to survive and were eventually defeated by death. Only two can still be identified; “Heathcliff” and “Hindley”. Their life stories, carved on the back of the gravestone by their enemies. Heathcliff, a dirty ragged, black haired child who’s incredibly rude, and Hindley, another resident of the dark society who drinks constantly, gambles religiously, and treats others with very little courtesy.
Wuthering Heights cuts a sharp contrast to the warm, civilized and heavenly residence , Thruscross Grange. It is a joyful world from inside out. Lit with light and warmth, and embroidered with the rarest but most beautiful flowers that spread fragrance of the sweetest honey. Laughter and giggles echo under the bright, shining sun where angels dance and sing.
By the looks of it, you can easily interpret it’s built with aesthetic pleasure in mind. “A splendid palace carpeted with crimson… and pure white ceiling bordered with gold”. It’s impressive in nature with not only lavish decorations that are more than pleasing to the eye, but also colours that conjure images of serenity, wealth and purity. “A shower of glass-drops hanging in silver chains from the centre” the residence is unbelievably sophisticated, and exemplifies beauty, order and elegance. The well-stocked library full of wise words add an all round sense of moderate wealth and satisfaction.
Old, yellowed pieces of carefully and neatly written obituaries can also be spotted in the study. The obituaries notified us that the residents of this paradisiacal place are also as refined, orderly and obedient. The Lintons, who had the honour of living in such a luxury are very polite and respectable people who conduct themselves morally and justly. Edgar, the soft-hearted man who is very fragile and serene “had a sweet low manner of speaking”. His sister Isabella is much the same, recorded as a “charming young lady” and “possessed of a keen wit”. They’re obviously very civilized and humane, and have been safely protected from outside contaminations and from bitter wind, straight from the moors behind the firm walls of Thruscross Grange.
These two houses are practically right next to each other, yet they’re so different. Who would think the two sides of the dirty boors would be two completely different worlds? One formidable and disgusting, and the other so classy and glamorous. In conclusion, Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange are of hell and of heaven.
