Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

Good morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours

- Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827)


Who even writes like this anymore? I don't know whether to feel relieved that we've been spared the intrinsity of olden English or feel dismayed at the fact that such beautiful letters are most definitely a thing of the past. Then again, hearing a male specimen of the 21st century recite something like this in a less than ardent fashion would indeed be utterly cringe-worthy.

One thing's for sure though, Antonie Brentano must be the envy of Beethoven's voluminous female fan base. And yes, I tempestuously agree that this letter does not deserve to be labelled as the-letter-that-big-read-to-carrie-in-SATC-movie for all of time.

School starts tomorrow.
The weekend passes too quickly.
As usual, it just took me too long to realise.