Ludwig Tieck,
Translation:The Mysterious Individual…
“ Oh, her being, her eyes, her voice, — yes, she could wring my heart and transform me into a different person. But love? — No, I couldn't imagine such a thing, unless in the depths of her heart she harbours a fool's respect for that sober and tedious cousin of hers, who I wish had taken a worse tumble than you into the fountain out there, and never recovered.The furious man ran off, gesticulating wildly, and Kronenberg felt as if a sharp pain had convulsed his bosom during his final utterance. ”
