Monday, February 11, 2008
Yesterday, when I was leaving, she gave me her hand and said: 'Adieu, dear Werther!' - Dear Werther! It was the first time she had called me 'dear', and the word went to the marrow of my bones. I have repeated it to myself a hundred times; and last night, before I went to bed, I talked all sorts of nonsense. I suddenly said, 'Good night, dear Werther!' and afterwards had to laugh at myself.
¶ 9:05 PM The Sorrows of Young Werther
Goethe
Goethe
