1. I began to dream, almost before I ceased to be sensible of my locality.  I thought it was morning; and I had set out on my way home, with Hugh Laurie for a guide.  The snow lay yards deep in our road; and, as we floundered on, my companion wearied me with constant reproaches … Continue reading Daydreams I Have Had About Punching Hugh Laurie In The Face, If They Were Like The Dreams In ‘Wuthering Heights’