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—And what a character is Iago! ...After God Shakespeare has created most. (Ulysses)

A non-rhyming critical response to Werther (synthesized with Lolita and Mme Bovary) on the dichotomy between parody and tragedy. http://bit.ly/16UMi4a Would love anyone's feedback! Just whipped it up during lunch, so it's rough.

Wilhelm, are those phantoms, when we are happy?

Now I will try quite soon to see her myself; or rather, now that I think it over, I will avoid doing so. It is better for me to see her through the eyes of her lover; perhaps she would not appear to my own eyes as she now stands before me, and why should I spoil the beautiful picture?

I love that author best in whom I recognize my own world, for whom things happen as they do around me, and whose story becomes for me as interesting and after my heart as my own domestic life, which is, of course, no paradise, but on the whole a source of unutterable blessedness.

I withdraw into myself and find a world! Again, more in presentiment and obscure desire than in portrayal and vital power. There everything swims before my senses, and so dreaming I smile on in the world.

The story of Mademoiselle de Sommery is well known in France; how, surprised in flagrante by her lover, she boldly denied the whole thing. When he pressed her, she cried: 'Oh! I see it all now. You don't love me anymore; you'd rather believe your eyes than what I tell you!'

The more physical pleasure plays in love and in what initially brought about intimacy, the more liable that love is to inconstancy and, still more, to unfaithfulness. This applies particularly to cases where the crystallization has been abetted by the fires of youth at sixteen

Currently on a self-indulgence binge, reviewing strictly in juvenile verse.