Nobody’s Fault

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When I were five, I started the system.
Five days a week, for a bunch o’times tables.
I ‘ave a go now, but can’t even list ’em:
Got no use to a guy fixin’ cables.

When I were eleven, knew it weren’t over.
Nine ’till three fifteen, each bloody day.
Spent my last few years hungover,
‘N when I was done, couldn’t wait to be away.

When I were sixteen, didn’t get better.
Got some gig with a mate o’ me dad.
Nine ’till face, said ‘at written letter…
But at least I weren’t no undergrad.

When they were eighteen, they left home.
‘Ad to leave to make their millions,
‘At’s what they said, as they got their loan.
Nine thousand a year? Cost ’em billions.

When they was twenty-five, they worked
For minimum wage, not twenty pound an hour.
They was ‘ungry, tired and overworked,
Ain’t nothing quite so sour.

When we was fifty, we was broke.
They got them jobs with their qualifications,
But them loans? What a joke.
Nobody’s fault! ‘Cept this damn nation’s.

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“Wuthering Heights”: Book Review

IMG_1713.JPGWith its complicated themes and layered narrative, Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is renowned for being one of the leading novels of the gothic genre. It is undeniably a fascinating read, if only due to the numerous character and plot interpretations that can be had from it.

However, you should not take this book on if you’re not prepared to be fully committed to the storyline. Lockwood, a seemingly unnecessary character, is, in many ways, merely a device for the story to be told through, and yet the first few chapters resolve primarily on his impressions of the Wuthering Heights building and its inhabitants. Arguably, this gives depth and a better understanding to the isolation that Heathcliff and his family experience, but, in many ways, the gripping story of Wuthering Heights doesn’t really begin until after Cathy’s death, and the relationships within the next generation become steadily more intriguing. One thing must be made clear, though; this is not a generic love story. It is not a cheerful, upbeat novel in which readers have no choice but to expect a happy ending.

Wuthering Heights is a brutal insight into the class divisions and xenophobia of the Victorian Era, its narrative intrinsically linked to themes of envy, betrayal and revenge. Some critics would even go as far to say that the famous couple, Cathy and Heathcliff, never really had a mutual love between them; perhaps Heathcliff’s insanity produced an entire relationship for his deprived mind to obsess over; perhaps our impressions of the perfect, untainted love between them are, in reality, completely deluded.