The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.
In the morning all I can think of is "I'm going to see her!" — get my stuff ready, drink a coffee, walk around, look at cars driving by, and I'm thinking... "I'm going to see her!" — and that's all I want for the day. Nothing else is important.
What's the world to us without love! Like a flashlight without batteries. As soon as you got the batteries, you can light up the dark room. And even if the room's really boring, we can still get excited by its colors and shapes. I couldn't meet her today, but I was lucky enough to meet a friend who met her... and you can't believe how happy I was to see him! (If it wouldn't have been too silly, I would have kissed him.)
You know, he's like glow in the dark plastic. The fact that she was looking at him, that she was close to him, made him so special to me. Would have paid a fortune to keep watching him, and was feeling so great. OK, stop laughing! Are we being fools when we're happy like that?
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This blog by Philipp Lenssen is written with the help of Blogger Pro and based on Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's German Die Leiden des Jungen Werther (The Sorrows of Young Werther). The novel was published anonymously in 1774 by then 24-years old Goethe, and it caused a lot of people in Germany and elsewhere to commit suicide. The "Werther Effect" was born, Europe had one of its first media-scandals, and the book got banned in several towns and regions.