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Linton

joseph_oneil12 — 2013-07-01 15:54:07 UTC

Linton: Linton is the son of Isabella and Heathcliff. Isabella had him after she ran away from Heathcliff, and he is a sickly child. Heathcliff takes him after Isabella's death, in order to use him to gain the property of his uncle Edgar. Linton is always sick and rather selfish. Towards the end of his life though, he does help Catherine, and he dies young.

Linton Quotes

joseph_oneil12 — 2013-07-01 15:54:59 UTC

Linton Analysis

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Essay on destructive relationships

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Slideshar

oliviafayewood — 2013-07-02 12:08:29 UTC

Relationship analysis quotes

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Relationship analyisis

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Linton Heathcliff

Linton Heathcliff has none of his father's strength and vitality. Instead he is "fretful" and "ailing", as Nelly Dean puts it when he first arrives.
Only when Catherine treats him "like a baby" does he begin to revive a little. He is always ill in some way, but he also seems prone to hypochondria
. He does die young, leaving his young widow Catherine Heathcliff in her father-in-law's power.
He is not allowed to stay at Thrushcross Grange: Heathcliff insists on having him return to Wuthering Heights.
Once there, he is under his father's thumb, and Heathcliff uses the teenager Linton, when a few years have passed, to manipulate Catherine Linton.
Heathcliff is determined that the two of them should marry.
Linton is also a victim of Heathcliff's cruelty: he is forced to help trap Catherine so that she must marry him, turning him traitor, but he is afraid his father would kill him if he resisted.

Heathcliff

oliviafayewood — 2013-07-02 12:29:24 UTC

Heathcliff charcter analysis

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Linton

oliviafayewood — 2013-07-02 12:47:21 UTC

Linton Character Study

joseph_oneil12 — 2013-07-02 15:03:48 UTC

Linton's Presentation

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Linton/Heathcliff's relation

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Linton's Linegae

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Chapter 26, page 190, Linton Heathcliff

george_isaacs12 — 2013-07-04 08:51:16 UTC

'I care nothing for his anger,' exclaimed Cathy, imagining she would be its object.

'But I do,' said her cousin, shuddering. 'Don't provoke him against me, Catherine, for he is very hard.'

Chapter 27, page 193

george_isaacs12 — 2013-07-04 08:56:39 UTC

With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror.

Chapter 20, pages 150-151, Heathcliff:

oliviafayewood — 2013-07-04 08:57:31 UTC

"'I feared I should have to come down and fetch my property myself. You've brought it, have you? Let us see what we can make of it.'... You are my son, then, I'll tell you: and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you posessed... Besides he's mine, and I want the triumph of seeing my descendant fairly lord of their estates: my child hiring their children to till their fathers' land for wages. That is the sole consideration which can make me endure the whelp: I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!...if I wished any blessing in the world, it was to find him a worthy object of pride: and I'm bitterly dissapointed with the whey-faced whining wretch!'"

Chapter 20, page 148, Young Linton

joseph_oneil12 — 2013-07-04 08:59:42 UTC

'And why didn't mamma speak to me about him?' persevered the child. 'She often talked of uncle, and I learnt to love him long ago. How am I to love papa? I don't know him.'

Chapter 27, page 193, Linton

george_isaacs12 — 2013-07-04 09:00:05 UTC

'But leave me and I shall be killed!...And perhaps you will consent-and he'll let me die with you!'

Chapter 21, pages 153-154, Nelly:

oliviafayewood — 2013-07-04 09:08:37 UTC

"I could gather from her that he continued in weak health, and was a tiresome inmate. She said that Mr Heathcliff seemed to dislike him ever longer and worse, though he took some trouble to conceal it.

He had an antipathy to the sound of his voice, and could not do at all with his sitting in the same room with him many minutes together... for he was constantly getting coughs, and colds, and aches, and pains of some sort. 'And I never knew such a faint-hearted creature,' added the woman: 'nor one so careful of hisseln, He will not go on, if I leave the window open a bit late in the evening. Oh! it's killing, a breath of night air! And he must ahve a fire in the middle of summer... have sweets and dainties, and always milk... and there he'll sit, wrapped in his furred cloak in his chair...'"