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"
I
can
hardly
describe
to
you
the
effect
of
these
books
.
They
produced
in
me
an
infinity
of
new
images
and
feelings
,
that
sometimes
raised
me
to
ecstasy
,
but
more
frequently
sunk
me
into
the
lowest
dejection
.
In
the
Sorrows
of
Werter
,
besides
the
interest
of
its
simple
and
affecting
story
,
so
many
opinions
are
canvassed
and
so
many
lights
thrown
upon
what
had
hitherto
been
to
me
obscure
subjects
that
I
found
in
it
a
never-ending
source
of
speculation
and
astonishment
.
The
gentle
and
domestic
manners
it
described
,
combined
with
lofty
sentiments
and
feelings
,
which
had
for
their
object
something
out
of
self
,
accorded
well
with
my
experience
among
my
protectors
and
with
the
wants
which
were
forever
alive
in
my
own
bosom
.
But
I
thought
Werter
himself
a
more
divine
being
than
I
had
ever
beheld
or
imagined
;
his
character
contained
no
pretension
,
but
it
sank
deep
.
The
disquisitions
upon
death
and
suicide
were
calculated
to
fill
me
with
wonder
.
I
did
not
pretend
to
enter
into
the
merits
of
the
case
,
yet
I
inclined
towards
the
opinions
of
the
hero
,
whose
extinction
I
wept
,
without
precisely
understanding
it
.
"
As
I
read
,
however
,
I
applied
much
personally
to
my
own
feelings
and
condition
.
I
found
myself
similar
yet
at
the
same
time
strangely
unlike
to
the
beings
concerning
whom
I
read
and
to
whose
conversation
I
was
a
listener
.
I
sympathized
with
and
partly
understood
them
,
but
I
was
unformed
in
mind
;
I
was
dependent
on
none
and
related
to
none
.
"
The
path
of
my
departure
was
free
,
"
and
there
was
none
to
lament
my
annihilation
.
My
person
was
hideous
and
my
stature
gigantic
.
What
did
this
mean
?
Who
was
I
?
What
was
I
?
Whence
did
I
come
?
What
was
my
destination
?
These
questions
continually
recurred
,
but
I
was
unable
to
solve
them
.
"
The
volume
of
Plutarch
's
Lives
which
I
possessed
contained
the
histories
of
the
first
founders
of
the
ancient
republics
.
This
book
had
a
far
different
effect
upon
me
from
the
Sorrows
of
Werter
.
I
learned
from
Werter
's
imaginations
despondency
and
gloom
,
but
Plutarch
taught
me
high
thoughts
;
he
elevated
me
above
the
wretched
sphere
of
my
own
reflections
,
to
admire
and
love
the
heroes
of
past
ages
.
Many
things
I
read
surpassed
my
understanding
and
experience
.
I
had
a
very
confused
knowledge
of
kingdoms
,
wide
extents
of
country
,
mighty
rivers
,
and
boundless
seas
.
But
I
was
perfectly
unacquainted
with
towns
and
large
assemblages
of
men
.
The
cottage
of
my
protectors
had
been
the
only
school
in
which
I
had
studied
human
nature
,
but
this
book
developed
new
and
mightier
scenes
of
action
.
I
read
of
men
concerned
in
public
affairs
,
governing
or
massacring
their
species
.
I
felt
the
greatest
ardour
for
virtue
rise
within
me
,
and
abhorrence
for
vice
,
as
far
as
I
understood
the
signification
of
those
terms
,
relative
as
they
were
,
as
I
applied
them
,
to
pleasure
and
pain
alone
.
Induced
by
these
feelings
,
I
was
of
course
led
to
admire
peaceable
lawgivers
,
Numa
,
Solon
,
and
Lycurgus
,
in
preference
to
Romulus
and
Theseus
.
The
patriarchal
lives
of
my
protectors
caused
these
impressions
to
take
a
firm
hold
on
my
mind
;
perhaps
,
if
my
first
introduction
to
humanity
had
been
made
by
a
young
soldier
,
burning
for
glory
and
slaughter
,
I
should
have
been
imbued
with
different
sensations
.
"
But
Paradise
Lost
excited
different
and
far
deeper
emotions
.
I
read
it
,
as
I
had
read
the
other
volumes
which
had
fallen
into
my
hands
,
as
a
true
history
.
It
moved
every
feeling
of
wonder
and
awe
that
the
picture
of
an
omnipotent
God
warring
with
his
creatures
was
capable
of
exciting
.
I
often
referred
the
several
situations
,
as
their
similarity
struck
me
,
to
my
own
.
Like
Adam
,
I
was
apparently
united
by
no
link
to
any
other
being
in
existence
;
but
his
state
was
far
different
from
mine
in
every
other
respect
.
He
had
come
forth
from
the
hands
of
God
a
perfect
creature
,
happy
and
prosperous
,
guarded
by
the
especial
care
of
his
Creator
;
he
was
allowed
to
converse
with
and
acquire
knowledge
from
beings
of
a
superior
nature
,
but
I
was
wretched
,
helpless
,
and
alone
.
Many
times
I
considered
Satan
as
the
fitter
emblem
of
my
condition
,
for
often
,
like
him
,
when
I
viewed
the
bliss
of
my
protectors
,
the
bitter
gall
of
envy
rose
within
me
.
"
Another
circumstance
strengthened
and
confirmed
these
feelings
.
Soon
after
my
arrival
in
the
hovel
I
discovered
some
papers
in
the
pocket
of
the
dress
which
I
had
taken
from
your
laboratory
.
At
first
I
had
neglected
them
,
but
now
that
I
was
able
to
decipher
the
characters
in
which
they
were
written
,
I
began
to
study
them
with
diligence
.
It
was
your
journal
of
the
four
months
that
preceded
my
creation
.
You
minutely
described
in
these
papers
every
step
you
took
in
the
progress
of
your
work
;
this
history
was
mingled
with
accounts
of
domestic
occurrences
.
You
doubtless
recollect
these
papers
.
Here
they
are
.
Everything
is
related
in
them
which
bears
reference
to
my
accursed
origin
;
the
whole
detail
of
that
series
of
disgusting
circumstances
which
produced
it
is
set
in
view
;
the
minutest
description
of
my
odious
and
loathsome
person
is
given
,
in
language
which
painted
your
own
horrors
and
rendered
mine
indelible
.
I
sickened
as
I
read
.
'
Hateful
day
when
I
received
life
!
'
I
exclaimed
in
agony
.
'
Accursed
creator
!
Why
did
you
form
a
monster
so
hideous
that
even
YOU
turned
from
me
in
disgust
?
God
,
in
pity
,
made
man
beautiful
and
alluring
,
after
his
own
image
;
but
my
form
is
a
filthy
type
of
yours
,
more
horrid
even
from
the
very
resemblance
.
Satan
had
his
companions
,
fellow
devils
,
to
admire
and
encourage
him
,
but
I
am
solitary
and
abhorred
.
'
"
These
were
the
reflections
of
my
hours
of
despondency
and
solitude
;
but
when
I
contemplated
the
virtues
of
the
cottagers
,
their
amiable
and
benevolent
dispositions
,
I
persuaded
myself
that
when
they
should
become
acquainted
with
my
admiration
of
their
virtues
they
would
compassionate
me
and
overlook
my
personal
deformity
.
Could
they
turn
from
their
door
one
,
however
monstrous
,
who
solicited
their
compassion
and
friendship
?
I
resolved
,
at
least
,
not
to
despair
,
but
in
every
way
to
fit
myself
for
an
interview
with
them
which
would
decide
my
fate
.
I
postponed
this
attempt
for
some
months
longer
,
for
the
importance
attached
to
its
success
inspired
me
with
a
dread
lest
I
should
fail
.
Besides
,
I
found
that
my
understanding
improved
so
much
with
every
day
's
experience
that
I
was
unwilling
to
commence
this
undertaking
until
a
few
more
months
should
have
added
to
my
sagacity
.
"
Several
changes
,
in
the
meantime
,
took
place
in
the
cottage
.
The
presence
of
Safie
diffused
happiness
among
its
inhabitants
,
and
I
also
found
that
a
greater
degree
of
plenty
reigned
there
.
Felix
and
Agatha
spent
more
time
in
amusement
and
conversation
,
and
were
assisted
in
their
labours
by
servants
.
They
did
not
appear
rich
,
but
they
were
contented
and
happy
;
their
feelings
were
serene
and
peaceful
,
while
mine
became
every
day
more
tumultuous
.
Increase
of
knowledge
only
discovered
to
me
more
clearly
what
a
wretched
outcast
I
was
.
I
cherished
hope
,
it
is
true
,
but
it
vanished
when
I
beheld
my
person
reflected
in
water
or
my
shadow
in
the
moonshine
,
even
as
that
frail
image
and
that
inconstant
shade
.
