Cathy Earnshaw's journal pages (beginning of Wuthering Heights)

Every once in a while I remember this part:

“‘You forget you have a master here,’ says the tyrant. ‘I’ll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I insist on perfect sobriety and silence. Oh, boy! was that you? Frances darling, pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers.’ Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband’s knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour—foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of."

I like the sheer hatred and disgust dripping off the page here, lol, always makes me laugh when I remember it.