少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
FEBRUARY 8.
For a week past we have had the most wretched weather: but thisto me is a blessing; for, during my residence here, not a singlefine day has beamed from the heavens, but has been lost to me bythe intrusion of somebody. During the severity of rain, sleet,frost, and storm, I congratulate myself that it cannot be worseindoors than abroad, nor worse abroad than it is within doors; andso I become reconciled. When the sun rises bright in the morning,and promises a glorious day, I never omit to exclaim, "There, now,they have another blessing from Heaven, which they will be sureto destroy: they spoil everything, -- health, fame, happiness,amusement; and they do this generally through folly, ignorance,or imbecility, and always, according to their own account, withthe best intentions!" I could often beseech them, on my bendedknees, to be less resolved upon their own destruction.