WERE Heathcliff to roam the blustery moors around Wuthering Heights today, he might be interrupted by a ping on his cellphone saying something like this: The wind is raging, so power is cheap. It’s a good time to plug in the car.
Okay, so the 18th century literary occupants of these windswept hills received no such pings.
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