From the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in Sultry, Savannah, Georgia, this is obscure

season three, weathering heights.

I am your host, your friend, your earlover, your literary mansplainer in chief, and Georgia

andologist Michael Ian Black, southern gentleman, Esquia, about to depart for Rome, Italy.

We've been meaning to go to Rome for years, or Italy, I should say, for years, and kept

getting put off for various reasons, and now finally we are going.

So I leave for the old world, in just a couple of hours from now, but before that I thought,

hey, I should probably record an episode of weathering heights.

It is with great, great relief that I tell you that Catherine is dead, God am I happy

about that.

You know, we've been waiting for her to die pretty much from the beginning of the book,

and now finally she's dead, she's ready to haunt the moors, she's ready to haunt

weathering heights, she's ready to scare our narrator Lockwood, like all kinds of good

things can finally take place now that she has expired, somehow she also gave birth

before it expiring.

None of us understood that she was pregnant.

It was brought to my attention, wait, I'll read the exact quote from where we are to gather

that she was with childs, okay, where is that, where is that information, okay.

So Monica Newman found it, it's in chapter 13, quote, and there was a double cause to

desire it for on her existence, depended that of another.

We cherish the hope that in a little while, Mr. Linton's heart would be gladdened and

his land secured from a stranger's grape by the birth of an heir.

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