“I never stopped”.

And if a rainy morning deprived them of other enjoyments, they were still resolute in meeting in defiance of wet and dirt, and shut themselves up, to read novels together.

—	Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

   Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights

    Out on the wiley, windy moors
    We’d roll and fall in green.
    You had a temper like my jealousy:
    Too hot, too greedy.
    How could you leave me,
    When I needed to possess you?
    I hated you. I loved you, too.