Quotation from: Wuthering Heights

Written by: Emily Bronte

'No, Miss Cathy,' I would answer; 'it is hills again, just like
these.'

'And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?'
she once asked.

The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her
notice; especially when the setting sun shone on it and the topmost
heights, and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow.
I explained that they were bare masses of stone, with hardly enough
earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree.