少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
NOVEMBER 21.
She does not feel, she does not know, that she is preparing a poisonwhich will destroy us both; and I drink deeply of the draught whichis to prove my destruction. What mean those looks of kindness withwhich she often -- often? no, not often, but sometimes, regards me,that complacency with which she hears the involuntary sentimentswhich frequently escape me, and the tender pity for my sufferingswhich appears in her countenance?
Yesterday, when I took leave she seized me by the hand, and said,"Adieu, dear Werther." Dear Werther! It was the first time sheever called me dear: the sound sunk deep into my heart. I haverepeated it a hundred times; and last night, on going to bed, andtalking to myself of various things, I suddenly said, "Good night,dear Werther!" and then could not but laugh at myself.