Sunday, March 22, 2009


From Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther:
To have the most charming creature in my arms and fly around with her like lightning, so that everything around us vanished, and--Wilhelm, to be honest, I swore an oath to myself that a girl that I loved, and on whom I had a claim, should never waltz with anyone but me, even if it cost me my life! You understand what I mean!

1 comment: