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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe


November 8.

CHARLOTTE has reproved me for my excesses, with so much tenderness and goodness! -- In order to forget myself, my dear friend, I have for some time past drank more wine than usual -- "Don't do it," said she; "think of Charlotte." -- The necessary advice to think of Charlotte! -- "I do think of you, and yet 'tis not thinking of you; you are always before my eyes, you are in my heart: This very morning I was sitting in the place where you stopped the last time--" Immediately she changed {162} the subject. My dear friend, I am no longer any thing, she makes me just what she pleases.