Feeling Werther.
Published Thursday, May 05, 2005 by Michael K. | E-mail this post
"If you could see me now, dear Charlotte, in the whirl of dissipation - how my mind dries up and my heart is never really full! Not one single moment of happiness: nothing! nothing touches me. I stand before a puppet show and see the little puppets move, and I ask myself whether it isn't an optical illusion. I am amused by these little puppets, or rather, I am myself one of them; I sometimes grasp my neighbor's wooden hand, and withdraw with a shudder. In the evening I resolve to enjoy the next morning's sunrise, but I remain in bed; during the day I promise myself a walk by moonlight, but I stay at home. I don't know why I get up nor why I go to sleep."
It is not a very good idea for me to be re-reading Werther these days, for reasons which I'll elaborate on later, maybe.