content: Well as if the Nineteenth Century weren't bad enough we now have Penguin shoving it down our maws every other day with another re-issue of some tepid "classic." Miss Bronte has done it again and wielded her magic pen as a wand and cast her net of sleep on the unsuspecting reading public of America. The only consolation the non-preteen girl reader can get form this sack of slumber is the final realisation that "wuthering" is British slang for "your eyelids are getting heavy, why don't you just nod off?" I really have to say to Miss Bronte that I did not find Garfield's antics convincing in the least.