I just saw the most amazing version of Wuthering Heights, with Ralph Fiennes (you know, the broodingly intense count in The English Patient?).

Oh.


Oh, oh, oh.

Ralph Fiennes as Heathcliffe....

When Heathcliffe smashes the door in the dead of night and clutches Cathy's dead body from her coffin, crying?

I almost DIED.

I'm still drawing in shuddering, unsteady breaths.

Why can't I find a man like Heathcliffe?

You know, without the whole cruelty part.