The First image I intend to analyse is that which we are given upon first encountering Heathcliff, through Lockwoodâ€™s eyes. We Encounter a blasted location, a hard-built home, and standing out in the wind there is a man. Or initially to the minds eye a silhouette of a man, as we do not yet have any real details to fill in.
Cutting through Lockwoodâ€™s unabaiting chatter regarding himself and Heathcliff, the misanthropists on the moors. We find the initial harsh image of Heathcliff, â€˜Black eyesâ€™ a sign in many circles of a darkened soul, madness or even possession by the â€˜divel hisselfâ€™.
The second part of Heathcliff we are â€˜shownâ€™ is his stance, hands tucked away, unwelcoming. It is quite common for gentlemen to introduce themselves with civility, shaking hands as a sign of mutual agreement, hands extended before this occurs is a declaration of friendship. No such thing may be expected from Heathcliffe, he is hard and stoic. Remaining far from amicable enough for actual physical contact.
Overall, we can behold a man standing before his solitary home, all body language suggesting against friendship, with black eyes half hidden beneath bushy eyebrows characteristic of the middle-aged. Wearing a waistcoat with pockets occupied by the wearers hands and one might assume a jacket and shirt to match. A formidable character, and by definition, a misanthropist, a man who openly shuns other peoples company.
The second image is that briefly conjured up by Lockwoodâ€™s sad story of his â€˜lost loveâ€™, a holiday in this era would be a grand affair, and many pre-raphaelite images appear in my mind, grandiose architecture of some hotel exeteraâ€¦ but the main image if that of lock woods fancy, a young lady and her mama, perhaps a stereotyped matriarch in Victorian type dress, who whisks away Lockwoodâ€™s dream in a flash. This brief flash into the lifesti