The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.
For sure, if we wouldn't be loved we wouldn't be needed on this world. I can feel Jennifer would really hate to lose me. And the kids always want me to return. Today I was supposed to fix Jenn's computer, but the kids wanted me to tell them a story. I make them up on the fly but it's funny how they remember every detail, and when I tell the same story for the second time, they'll correct me whenever I take different routes I feel worth exploring. Like an author who's bound to the first version of his novel... no chance to change a thing, 'cause even if it might improve the form of a detail it would just hurt the overall feeling. So now I'm getting used to keep to the same flow over and over. It's like that – whatever's the first impression something makes on us (and it might be a crazy lie we're told), it will stick for forever, and dare those trying to erase that impression!
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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.