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Please enter a valid email address. I cannot contemplate her without blushing, and whenever her gaze meets my own, she lowers it shyly; she seeks out my company yet seems to wish to avoid it; I have never found so much kindheartedness, gentleness, and understanding in any young woman.

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But in my heart she will never win even the most trifling victory over that heavenly apparition; but it is for this very reason that I am able to acknowledge that she is [so] charming, that she is among the preeminent individuals of her sex. She is, moreover, capable of genuine depth of feeling; her tender soul has not been spoiled by that clever French society tone; she is a simple child of nature, utterly free of pretension and dissimulation; I have seen her moved by the sight of poverty [and distress].

I shall close now; Mortimer has just brought me a letter. Oh, Edward, it is from Amalie! No, I am a wretch if I could ever forget her! What delight will the garden have yet to offer if this fairest tree within me withers? I remain eternally hers, and likewise yours. I would even much prefer to throw this letter into the fire, but then I should regret that I had begun it; and after all, you must have a letter from me at some time or other; therefore I lack nothing but the will to dash forward at a brazen trot, without bothering with any of those tricks of the riding school.

I am beginning to like it here at Bondly in part less, in part more, than I did formerly. Total idleness is not quite to my taste, and yet I would find it hard to set it aside [for good].

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Man is a true child; he never quite knows what he really wants; he cries and howls and a tin rattle can pacify him and make him happy; the next instant it is thrown away, and he starts to think of what other things he can wish for. Then you must either become a philosopher or hang yourself. This [selfsame] boredom has brought more misfortune into the world than all of the passions taken together. The soul shrivels up of it like a prune; the understanding gradually scabs over and [becomes] as useless as a spiked gun; all that is spiritual evaporates, then one sits down behind the oven and counts on his fingers the number of hours left till dinner; time for such a man passes more slowly than for someone in the pillory, at whom one throws apples; one is not of a mind to think about anything, for one knows that only nonsense will come of thinking; one is disinclined to get up, [for] one knows that one will only sit down again straight-away; this oppressive feeling accompanies one everywhere, like a shell on a snail.

Oh, Mortimer, by comparison push-pin [literally: "throwing pendulum bobs through the eye of a needle"--DR] is an intellectual pursuit—and how many people on this earth do not yawn their way through life thus? These are the conductors that guide one spark to the next one, into the flask, until finally a great spark springs out in a mighty show of light—then Don Quixote or some Paradise Lost turns up, etc.

Ah, my dear friend, what splendid things are said about the omnipotence of love, about that little youth who stumbles blindfolded through the world and with his golden arrows shoots down people everywhere like so many hares. Yes, my friend, here or nowhere in my life it is fitting to show you that I have been reading my Ovid and Horace with profit; here would be the fairest opportunity for adverting your attention to me via a lyrical poem in the high style.

But to be perfectly frank, Mortimer, nothing further would thereby come to light than that I was a fool; and inasmuch as I can make myself almost as intelligible to you in prose, we might as well keep going in that medium. You are already laughing in advance. You are rejoicing that your recent prophecy has been fulfilled so precisely—but not so very precisely as you are now perhaps imagining. Yes: Solitude, the lack of occupation—oh, a hundred causes, that one ought not even bother trying to seek out, for the phenomenon is as natural as the situation of the sun in the sky—all of this is little by little making me fall in love.

I observe it happening, and am even sickened by it, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. My gaiety is much diminished and now stands, indeed, at a mere quarter of its usual level; I am beginning to be as grave as a man who has just been elected to Parliament; I am becoming as sentimental as a young girl who is reading her first novel with genuine comprehension. I am often obliged to read aloud to her, viz. Emily Burton it is a linguistic convention among us lovers to omit names and reading aloud, especially on matters rousing and sentimental, is certainly the deadliest angel that can be sprung on a body.

In so doing, I have on more than one occasion declaimed with such pathos that I myself was subsequently terrified. But that I should swear allegiance to the flag of those sigh-breathing and tear-drinking fools who seem to live only to complain about their lives—of that you will [never have cause to fear]. I shall never forsake the temperate zone for long. Emily herself is a lovely, gentle creature who grieves and rejoices with an artless [transparency of] feeling, exactly as circumstances require; I am inclined to love neither an Arria, nor a Ninon, nor a Clementine.

But lest I go so far as to sketch a picture of her for you, I simply must speak of something else; for I perceive that I was succumbing just now to the temptation to bore you. I shall therefore perhaps soon be obliged to renounce my love; I am not inclined to impose upon her father, any more than I am to have her bestowed upon me by him—nay, I would go so far as to say to earn her from him—in any sort of fashion. He is a vulgar man.

I often reproach myself for still being here and for so often keeping his company. Many people who must see everything from either a good or a bad point of view might think this the most abject, the most insidious sort of flattery; but in life one must never allow oneself to be vexed overmuch by these insects; [and yet] at the [very] least one is obliged to inconvenience oneself on their behalf. His son, who is the noblest of young men, is acquainted with me; he has become my bosom friend and he is at present the principal reason that I am detaining myself here at Bondly.

I fancy that Emily does not loathe me. His son is himself much distressed on account of it. Farewell for now, for in my haste I do not know what else to say to you, so little even in general am I inclined to have said anything to you. Your letter distressed me very much, most affectionate father; oh how I should hasten back to see you, were it not for my fear of your prohibition and your displeasure.

You are ill, and am I not obliged to tend you? Do you yourself insist that I shall not discharge my duties as a son? You desire me to be happy, and at present I can turn my thoughts to no other happiness. Until I receive from you another letter containing news of your recovery, there will be no other joy, no image of anything else for me; I see nothing but you languishing on your sickbed; I hear your sighs, and I would seem a criminal in my own eyes if I could manage to be cheerful now.

Oh, I beseech you to send me news immediately and again, with every post. In a few weeks, I shall be leaving Paris ; I have found one friend here, a young man with an excellent heart, Balder, a German.


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He will be coming with me on my tour to Italy. You need not fear; I can safely confide in him; moreover, Mortimer thinks highly of him. An Italian, Rosa, will also be joining us; my acquaintance with him will procure me many advantages in Italy , but he will find it hard work to become my friend. I hope from your next letter to learn that you are completely recovered; until then I shall live in constant dread. Old Willy is very sad about your illness; he insisted on enclosing a page for you, and I would not refuse the honest old man.

Walter Lovell. Remain in good health, my dear, worshipful master, so I can see you once again with my old, weak eyes. I would cry a great deal if I once again got to look on the spires of London and at the same time you were nowhere to be found anywhere in our whole wide neighborhood except in the churchyard, and there only as a dead man: it would be a sorry thing for me and for every other honest man, but especially for my master; if you can, stay healthy, like me.

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Your Willy. As you now call on me so rarely, I find myself obliged to converse with you by letter, loath as I am to do so, for to renounce your companionship entirely would be too hard a penance for me. Since your visit the other day a few not-insignificant incidents have occurred.

The count is becoming ever more friendly and hopeful; ten times already, in a roundabout way, he has been on the point of making me a proposal of marriage, but his evil genius always curbs him in the end. Such people become very tiresome when they subsequently do one of their embarrassed about-faces; they have tripped themselves up and in their terror lost their foothold in the stirrup.

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Lovell is for all his naivety delightful; the nonsense that he occasionally speaks suits him to the ground, and I have now found a means of securing him. He is headstrong enough not to be captivated by the customary tokens of regard; a Frenchman would laugh at the role he is now playing. To be sure, we women are condemned to recite our parts from memory; so, too, are many men, perhaps; but my present part is so remote that I must mind my cues most attentively if do not wish to ruin the entire play from time to time.

You would hate me if you saw me in one of my tragic moods; but Lovell is [positively] enchanted by them; in his mind he takes me for a Richardsonian ideal, for a creature of divine and super-terrestrial essence. Yesterday he was walking glumly back and forth in the garden; I met him, as if by chance. He was glad and startled at the same time, my presence was welcome to him, but he was annoyed at having had his reverie interrupted, even by me; he became somewhat flustered. It was a fine evening; we were alone; I heard little of what he said; his features, his fine physique, his blazing eyes distracted me: he is one of the handsomest men I have so far ever seen.