Me too. I find it interesting that WH delves into the romantic gothic tradition, but also exposes the kind of creepy, stalkerish lunacy which is the natural extension of that romantic ideal of eternal, larger-than-life love. Nothing good comes out of Heathcliff's unrelenting posessiveness. I think its odd so many women find him desirable. In the end, its the kinder, more compassionate and down-to-earth love between Catherine and Hareton that prevails.