Panel 1: A Victorian gentleman in a cape and top hat is walking up the steps of a well-to-do house in foggy olde London Town.
Panel 2: Now inside, the gentleman speaks – somewhat furtively – to a well dressed young man while several elaborately dressed ladies lounge about provocatively.
Gentleman: I believe you offer… Swedish Young Man: That is a service we can provide sir. If the price is right…
Panel 3: The gentleman – with a look of unseemly eagerness – pulls out his billfold.
Gentleman: Money is no object!
Panel 4: The young man accepts a wad of cash and calls over one of the well dressed ladies.
Young Man: Maria, please see this gentleman to a room. He requires… Swedish Maria: Of course. This way please, sir.
Panel 5: The Gentleman is in bed, with the blankets pulled up under his chin, a nightcap on his head and a look of childish delight on his face. Maria – fully clothed – is sitting on a chair reading from a child’s picture book.
Think about it. You’ve got the perfect Dark Lord in the form of Heathcliff, torturing his household and tormented by his memories of Catherine. Catherine would actually be a ghost, tapping on the windows at night and increasing Heathcliff’s torment. The Domain would consist of the bleak, high moors, with a few scattered houses and a single village, and the borders would be sealed when necessary by raging sleet and hail storms.
It’s such a natural fit that its lack boggles the mind. Were there no English Majors at TSR?
While on the subject of Wuthering Heights, I don’t believe that it’s possible for any human being to sing as high as Kate Bush does in the first few bars of her song based on the book. Her pitch is either a post-recording effect, or she is some kind of alien masquerading as a human being.
(I know where I’m putting my money… :D)
Oh, can I also mention Kate Beaton’s brilliant take on the book?