Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
In this passage from Wuthering Heights, the narrator reflects on his unrequited love for Catherine. He considers himself more deserving of her affection, believing that his capacity to love surpasses Edgar Linton's, emphasizing the depth and intensity of his feelings. He claims that Catherine's heart is as vast as the sea, yet he feels she can only give limited love to Edgar, comparable to her affection for her pets.
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