"Yeah. I mean, it is just really well written, as well as being filth. The Russians have a particularly stark style that I admire. There's uh- I think it might be in Crime and Punishment, a description of just- he has to crack through a layer of ice to get drinking water. It's such a simple thing, it's just one sentence, but I instantly feel cold, and- it tells you that for the lower classes, just the basics of survival take effort to come by. The entire country is fighting to- make things difficult for them," he told her, a tendency to talk on when he was actually on a subject he was passionate about, and more importantly, with someone who would understand that, would have a bit of back and forth with him. He loved her company.
He sipped his Scotch, and he listened to her in return, hearing what she had to say about the Bronte for herself. For him, he was simply explaining what he took from it, in no way did he think that he was right, because the beautiful thing about literature was that two completely opposing ideas could be correct at the exact same time. Or both wrong. And it didn't actually matter either way.
She told him to keep going, and his expression softened a little, smiling at her affectionately. She really meant it, he wasn't boring her. "Yeah. Yeah, I can see that, definitey, that it would put you off- but you could also say that it's the denial of their passion that ultimately leads to their downfall. It turns Heathcliff into this revenge-obsessed maniac, and Cathy basically dies of a broken heart- and, not in a soppy sentimental way, not to warn your readers against passion because it'll just kill you, rather it seduces you into thinking that they should have been more unreasonable, they should have been disgustingly unacceptable. She obeys society, and lets them clean her up, and fix her hair and put her in a new dress, and- deny herself what she really wanted, because- you can't run off in the night with a dirty little mess like Heathcliff, it's not done," he was telling her, realising that he'd been talking for ages.
"It pushes them apart, he becomes a caricature almost. You think I'm this horrible thing, so if that's what everyone thinks, I'll be the worst version of it possible. And she becomes a sort of- portrait of what she thinks society wants her to be, and it fucking kills her."