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But I thought Werter himself a more divine being than I had ever beheld or imagined; his character contained no pretension, but it sunk deep. The disquisitions upon death and suicide were calculated to fill me with wonder. I did not pretend to enter the merits of the case, yet I inclined towards the opinions of the hero, whose extinction I wept, without precisely understanding it. - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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