OS SOFRIMENTOS DO JOVEM WERTHER

DIC:

bailio: comendador ou magistrado

charrua: instrumento agrícola; pequena charrete.

tília: planta para embelezamento, cujo folhado possui propriedades medicinais

trole ou trólebus: bondinho elétrico

“Sou tão feliz, meu amigo, e de tal modo mergulhado no tranqüilo sentimento da minha própria existência, que esqueci a minha arte. Neste momento, ser-me-ia impossível desenhar a coisa mais simples; e, no entanto, nunca fui tão grande pintor.”

“Vejo as moças que saem da vila para buscar água, a mais inocente e mais necessária das tarefas, outrora praticada pelas próprias filhas dos reis. Quando fico sentado naquele lugar, é como se em redor de mim ressurgissem (…) os tempos em que (…) os gênios benfazejos adejavam em torno das fontes e nascentes.”

“As pessoas de condição elevada mantêm habitualmente uma fria reserva para com a gente comum, só pelo temor de diminuir-se com essa aproximação. Além disso, há os imprudentes que só fingem condescendência para melhor ferir, com seus modos arrogantes, a gente humilde.”

“E, no entanto, ser incompreendido é o destino de todos aqueles que se parecem comigo.”

“Mandei que do albergue me transportassem para o local uma cadeira e uma mesa, e ali tomo café lendo o meu Homero.”

beleza fei(t)a

“A razão por que eu não lhe tenho escrito? Pode bem adivinhar que sou feliz (…) Sinto-me contente; serei, portanto, um mau narrador.”

“Devoro o meu pão com manteiga e escrevo ao mesmo tempo… Que maravilha para a minha alma tê-la visto em meio da algazarra das crianças, seu 8 irmãozinhos!”

“fui apeado!”, disse o pica-pau-cavalo.

“Quando eu era mais jovem – disse-me ela –, nada me fascinava tanto como os romances. Só Deus sabe quanto eu me sentia feliz, aos domingo, recolhendo-me a um cantinho para participar, de todo o coração, da felicidade ou do infortúnio de qualquer Srta. Jenny.”

Este minueto já dura vários minutos.

“Dir-se-ia que a dança existe somente para ela e que ela não pensa e não existe senão para dançar”

“preferia fazer-me matar a consentir que ela valsasse com outro”

“Nada desperta em mim uma tão tranqüila e sincera emoção como esses vestígios da vida patriarcal que, sem pedantismo, graças a Deus, consigo misturar à minha existência rotineira.”

“na sua teimosia entrevejo a futura constância e firmeza de caráter; nas suas garotices o bom humor que lhes fará vencer facilmente os perigos deste mundo. E tudo isso de modo tão puro, tão incontaminado!”

“percebi, pelo seu jogo fisionômico, que ele é pouco comunicativo, mais por esquisitice e mau humor do que por mediocridade de espírito.”

“Se é assim, consideremos o mau humor como uma doença e perguntemos se não há remédio para essa doença.” “o mau humor é uma espécie de preguiça, absolutamente como a própria preguiça. Somos muito inclinados à preguiça; entretanto, basta que tenhamos coragem de fazer um grande esforço”

“ela me censurou o interesse apaixonado que tomo por todas as coisas e que acabará por me consumir!”

“Agradar! Tenho por esta palavra um ódio mortal!”

Algo vai muito mal com as traduções (vide verbete OBJETOS em “EU SOU HEATHCLIFF!”, 16 de agosto): “Bien le habría tomado la cabeza entre mis manos para darle un beso si no hubiera sido por el respeto humano” X “Mandei lá o meu criado, apenas para ter junto de mim alguém que se tivesse aproximado dela. E com que impaciência o esperei! Com que alegria o vi regressar! Deu-me vontade de beijá-lo, mas tive vergonha.”

“minha mãe deseja que eu me ocupe de alguma coisa; isso me fez rir. Não estou eu, então, ocupado neste momento? Seja em contar grãos de ervilhas, ou lentilhas, no fundo não é a mesma coisa?”

“Apenas uma coisa eu lhe peço: não ponha muita areia para secar a tinta dos bilhetes que me escrever.”

PROTESTO: Devido à ilegibilidade de grande parte dos trechos nas versões gratuitas em Português (de um livro com direitos autorais vencidos!), sinto-me obrigado a continuar em Inglês…

“Women have a delicate tact in such matters, and it should be so. They cannot always succeed in keeping two rivals on terms with each other; but, when they do, they are the only gainers.”

“He is free from ill-humour, which you know is the fault I detest most.”

“But would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?”

“But why should any one, in speaking of an action, venture to pronounce it mad or wise, or good or bad?”

“I have learned, by my own experience, that all extraordinary men, who have accomplished great and astonishing actions, have ever been decried by the world as drunken or insane.”

Aloilbert: “I was on the point of breaking off the conversation, for nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.”

“Shame upon him who can look on calmly, and exclaim, <The foolish girl! she should have waited; she should have allowed time to wear off the impression; her despair would have been softened, and she would have found another lover to comfort her.> One might as well say, <The fool, to die of a fever! why did he not wait till his strength was restored, till his blood became calm? all would then have gone well, and he would have been alive now.>”

“If I sometimes invent an incident which I forget upon the next narration, they remind one directly that the story was different before; so that I now endeavour to relate with exactness the same anecdote in the same monotonous tone, which never changes. I find by this, how much an author injures his works by altering them, even though they be improved in a poetical point of view. The first impression is readily received.”

“Now and then the fable of the horse recurs to me. Weary of liberty, he suffered himself to be saddled and bridled, and was ridden to death for his pains.”

“as flores da vida são tudo menos visionárias. Quantas não se vão sem deixar traços”

“Gracious Providence, to whom I owe all my powers, why didst thou not withhold some of those blessings I possess, and substitute in their place a feeling of self-confidence and contentment?” “our happiness or misery depends very much on the objects and persons around us. On this account, nothing is more dangerous than solitude: there our imagination, always disposed to rise, taking a new flight on the wings of fancy, pictures to us a chain of beings of whom we seem the most inferior. All things appear greater than they really are, and all seem superior to us. This operation of the mind is quite natural: we so continually feel our own imperfections, and fancy we perceive in others the qualities we do not possess, attributing to them also all that we enjoy ourselves, that by this process we form the idea of a perfect, happy man,—a man, however, who only exists in our own imagination.”

In the evening I say I will enjoy the next morning’s sunrise, and yet I remain in bed: in the day I promise to ramble by moonlight; and I, nevertheless, remain at home. I know not why I rise, nor why I go to sleep.

“Say what you will of fortitude, but show me the man who can patiently endure the laughter of fools, when they have obtained an advantage over him.”

“A hundred times have I seized a dagger, to give ease to this oppressed heart. Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open a vein, to procure for myself everlasting liberty.”

“when Ulysses talks of the immeasurable sea and boundless earth, his epithets are true, natural, deeply felt, and mysterious. Of what importance is it that I have learned, with every schoolboy, that the world is round? Man needs but little earth for enjoyment, and still less for his final repose.”

“Her health is destroyed, on account of which she is prevented from having any enjoyment here below. Only such a creature could have cut down my walnut trees! I can never pardon it. Hear her reasons. The falling leaves made the court wet and dirty; the branches obstructed the light; boys threw stones at the nuts when they were ripe, and the noise affected her nerves; and disturbed her profound meditations, when she was weighing the difficulties of Kennicot, Semler, and Michaelis.”

Ossian has superseded Homer in my heart. To what a world does the illustrious bard carry me!”

“would they feel—or how long would they feel the void which my loss would make in their existence? How long! Yes, such is the frailty of man, that even there, where he has the greatest consciousness of his own being, where he makes the strongest and most forcible impression, even in the memory, in the heart, of his beloved, there also he must perish,—vanish,—and that quickly.”

“Witness, Heaven, how often I lie down in my bed with a wish, and even a hope, that I may never awaken again. And in the morning, when I open my eyes, I behold the sun once more, and am wretched. I am alone the cause of my own woe, am I not?”

“What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness? And if that same cup proved bitter to the God of heaven, under a human form, why should I affect a foolish pride, and call it sweet? Why should I be ashamed of shrinking at that fearful moment, when my whole being will tremble between existence and annihilation, when a remembrance of the past, like a flash of lightning, will illuminate the dark gulf of futurity, when everything shall dissolve around me, and the whole world vanish away? Is not this the voice of a creature oppressed beyond all resource, self-deficient, about to plunge into inevitable destruction, and groaning deeply at its inadequate strength, <My God! my God! why hast thou forsaken me?> And should I feel ashamed to utter the same expression? Should I not shudder at a prospect which had its fears, even for him who folds up the heavens like a garment?”

“Happy mortal, who can ascribe your wretchedness to an earthly cause! You do not know, you do not feel, that in your own distracted heart and disordered brain dwells the source of that unhappiness which all the potentates on earth cannot relieve.”

“whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity, does he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of his cold, monotonous existence?”

Whether Werther went or were, his wonts and his whereabouts, and his worries… What does all that mean or in what does that menace the meanest mankind?

I am [the] well; I have no desires to tell.

“No, Charlotte, no! How can I, how can you, be annihilated? We exist. What is annihilation? A mere word, an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind.”

“Even the prudent and the good have before now hesitated to explain their mutual differences, and have dwelt in silence upon their imaginary grievances, until circumstances have become so entangled, that in that critical juncture, when a calm explanation would have saved all parties, an understanding was impossible.”

“Heaven favours my design, and you, Charlotte, provide me with the fatal instruments. It was my desire to receive my death from your hands, and my wish is gratified. I have made inquiries of my servant. You trembled when you gave him the pistols, but you bade me no adieu. Wretched, wretched that I am—not one farewell! How could you shut your heart against me in that hour which makes you mine for ever?”

“At twelve o’clock Werther breathed his last. The presence of the steward, and the precautions he had adopted, prevented a disturbance; and that night, at the hour of eleven, he caused the body to be interred in the place which Werther had selected for himself. No priest attended.”

12:00AM, 20 de setembro de 2017

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