A secret sympathy had frequently drawn me thither before I knew Charlotte; and we were delighted when, in our early acquaintance, we discovered that we each loved the same spot, which is indeed as romantic as any that ever captivated the fancy of an artist.
In Sorrows of a Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the relationship between the main character, Werther, and his mother is strained at best. They are clothed and fed; and, still better, they are loved and educated. Before I knew it, I was leafing through his letters, immer geschwinder faster and faster like water thundering through a gigantic gorge into a deep dark lake.
I had spent half an hour struggling between the contending thoughts of going and returning, when I heard them coming up the terrace. These aesthetic judgments are concerned with experiencing an object as designed for the emotion they can invoke, not for any particular intention And she is sleeping calmly, little suspecting that she has seen me for the last time.
I saw him sink for the last time beneath this delightful valley and silent stream. The younger ones knew nothing of their approaching loss, while the elder ones were quite overcome with grief.
Even before that incident, Werther had hinted at the idea that one member of the love triangle — Charlotte, Albert or Werther himself — had to die to resolve the situation.
The relationship illustrated in both works is that one cannot achieve true freedom until they are dead. Fast forward to last week and a decision to clear my currently-reading shelf with no further Zaudern und Zagen shilly-shallying.
One of these, Friedrich Nicolaidecided to create a satirical piece with a happy ending, entitled Die Freuden des jungen Werthers "The Joys of Young Werther"in which Albert, having realized what Werther is up to, loaded chicken's blood into the pistol, thereby foiling Werther's suicide, and happily concedes Charlotte to him.