The Sorrows of Young Werther
Why do I not write to you? And you, a learned man, ask me this? You should be clever enough to guess that I am in a happy mood because in a word I have made an acquaintance who moves my heart in a strange way. I have...l do not know.
It is not easy for me to tell you，in chronological order just how it happened，how I met such a lovely being. I am contented and happy, and therefore not a good historian.
An angel! Nonsense! Everyone calls his loved one thus，does he not? And yet I cannot describe to you how perfect she is,or why she is so perfect; enough to say that she has captured me completely.
So much innocence combined with so much intelligence; such kindness with such firmness;such inner serenity in such an active life.
But all this is foolish talk pure abstract words which fail to describe one single feature of her real person. Another time no,not another time, right at this moment will tell you everything. If I do not do it now, it will never be done.
Because between you arid me since I began this letter I have been three times on the point of laying down my pen, having my horse saddled and riding out to her. Although I swore to myself this morning not to do it, I am going every other moment to the window to see how high the sun has climbed. I could not bear it any longer; I had to see her. Here I am back, Wilhelm;I will now eat my supper and then go on writing to you. What a delight it was to see her among the dear lively children，her eight brothers and sisters!