The striking balance that Emily Brontë demonstrated in Wuthering Heights was found in her ability to unearth from her reader detest and sympathy towards her characters, and it was in that balance where my regard, interest and curiosity for its characters stemmed from. A desire crept in me to see the outcome for its characters, seeing how their applied and interior tortures would ultimately shape them; an attempt to intercept Brontë’s intentions with them was futile.