'Already!'

At last we came in sight of the coast [...]

Immediately everybody was happy [...]

I alone was sad, inconceivably sad. Like a priest whose God has been snatched from him, I could not without heartbreaking bitterness tear myself away from the sea, so monotonously seductive, so infinitely varied in her terrible simplicity and seeming to contain and to represent by all her changing moods, the angers, smiles, humors, agonies and ecstasies of all the souls who have lived, who live, or who will someday live!

In saying farewell to this incomparable beauty, I was sad unto death; and that is why when all my companions were saying, "At last!" I could only cry, "Already!"

—Charles Baudelaire, "Already!" Paris Spleen (1869) (trans. Louise Varèse 1947)