The sorrows of a young man in the city, being a palimpsest of Goethe's Werther.
I was trying not to see her that often. Easier said than done, I'm telling you. Every new day I'm like, tomorrow, I'll resist her... stay away just for a day. As soon as the morning's there, I find new reasons why I just got to meer her. Maybe the evening before, she was saying "I'm going to see you, right?". Who could resist? Or she's sending mail, and I feel I want to answer her face to face. Or it's a mild breeze outside and I'm driving around, windows open, then when I'm in her area, I just drive by her house. I'm getting closer to her, and boom – there already. Like this black hole thing... everything coming close sucked right into it.
Yes, dear Jenn, send along more mails! Can't get enough. Just no attachments, please. Crashed my system today.
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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.