Wuthering Heights is so much more than it seems. It touches on madness and sexuality repression and social inequality. It's got cruelty and debauchery and unceremonious rudeness. It's stark and unapologetic and outright violent, unlike your typical Victorian novel. What a breath of fresh air, that is, tinged with deaths and blood and ghosts and, well, a strong sexual urge that is never satisfied, what you might call the basis of all gothic horror, which it is, with a man who is a fiend and who enslaves a woman in his unrelenting passion.