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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe


LETTER LX.

October 10.

ONLY to look at her dark eyes, is to me happiness. What grieves me is, that Albert does not seem so happy as he expected to be -- as I should have been -- if -- I don't much love suspensions; but here I cannot express myself any otherwise. -- Heavens! and am I not explicit enough?