So, our Prime Minister sees himself as some sort of Heathcliff fellow, from Wuthering Heights?

Back during the 2005 EU Budget negotiations rumours swirled to the effect that the Blair No 10 team affectionately referred to the then Chancellor as "Mrs Rochester" (ie the mad woman in the attic) from Jane Eyre, so passionate were his cries about the emerging EU deal.

Who would have thought that such literary insight is still so much alive in this country’s bureaucracy?