Snape is Heathcliff Revisited

The lack of posts today was due to the yard sale, which, while not a gigantic success, was not an utter failure. I made $100, threw out the rest of the stuff, and oh, I did it all alone. Marlie ducked out because her father wanted her for the day. I try not to say anything on that subject at all with her... all it does is make us upset.

In addition, Jess ditched me because she's been home alone for a week and her parents returned early this morning. Evidently, she hadn't cleaned. At all. For a week.

And my sister's friend's family ditched us as well.

The whole morning was me selling things to people and Heathcliff. Yes, Heathcliff. I've finally gotten round to reading some literary classics that I know I should have read a long time ago. Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Cat's Cradle are just a few picks that I got from the library the other day.

I've decided that I both love and hate Wuthering Heights at the same time. If you haven't read it, you won't get what I mean. I highly suggest you read it though. There's something entirely captivating about wretched people having the one good quality that they love someone without bounds. Right? The most recent example was in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. (If you haven't read it by now, the Internet must have fucked the ending for you before you got to my blog. I don't feel bad in the slightest for giving the following spoilers.) Snape, who seemed to be basically a horrible person who couldn't help himself, loved Lily. Loved her. Loved her enough that his magic reflected it with his patronus in the shape of a doe. (I'll assume that's her patronus. Or maybe just a symbol of his love for her? They never said.) Snape loved her enough to protect the one thing she had left in the world (Harry)(even though he hated Harry).

Now that I think about it, the similarities between the Harry Potter characters and Wuthering Heights is phenomenal. Severus is Heathcliff. An ugly, black-haired, black-eyed boy who wasn't loved. Severus began to love Lily as a child. Heathcliff began to love Catherine as a child. Catherine is Lily. Severus called Lily names, insulted her, but begged her to be his friend. Heathcliff was an utter prat to Catherine at times, but still they were close. Then James/Edward got mixed in and Lily/Catherine fell for him instead of Heathcliff/Severus. And they suffered for it. Severus resented James all those years for having married Lily and Heathcliff resented Edward.

Of course, it doesn't all fit. Heathcliff was a gypsy brat. Severus was as pure-blooded as could be (I think so, anyway). Lily was, as we know it, a good person. Catherine was a selfish twat.

Yet the only redeeming quality Heathcliff has throughout the entire book is that he loves Catherine fiercely. The only redeeming quality Severus has is that he loves Lily, and he insists Dumbledore never tell. As Dumbledore said on page 679: "My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you? If you insist..."

And later on:

"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.


Tomorrow is a busy day. I will be at Maple Grove to watch Angelle Sampey kick some lil' boys' asses. If you have any idea what I am talking about and comment on it, I probably won't believe you and will accuse you of looking it up on Wikipedia. Ah, and now you go to Google to see what other resources there are. Clever. Too bad I am one step ahead.

My post tomorrow will support/deny the following myth.

Myth #5 Preview: Yamis and hikaris never fight. They know each other too well.

Cast a vote. I want to see if the majority will get it right this time.