I see now that I have failed to mention this short meeting in my narrative, and I see that this was owing to shame and self-conceit on my part.
I must make up for it now. So then, once in the holidays, I was parading my somewhat tired, blasé self through the town.
As I was sauntering along, swinging my stick and examining the old,
unchanged features of the bourgeois Philistines whom I despised, I met my one-time friend.
Scarcely had I caught sight of him when I started involuntarily.
With lightning rapidity my thoughts were carried back to Frank Kromer.
I hoped and prayed Demian had really forgotten the story!
It was so disagreeable to be under this obligation to him—simply owing to a silly, childish affair—still, I was under an obligation....
He seemed to be waiting to see whether I would greet him.
I did, as calmly as possible under the circumstances, and he gave me his hand.
That was indeed his old handshake! So strong, warm and yet cool, so manly!
He looked me attentively in the face and said: “You’ve grown a lot, Sinclair.”
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