Werther.

[bohemiachiquita]

"[G]rown-ups too tumble around like children on the face of the earth, not knowing where they come from or where they are going, acting as little from true purpose, and just as ruled by biscuits and cakes and birch rods: no one really wants to believe that" (14).
--From The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, translated by Burton Pike

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