The next lesson began, the last of the morning. It was taken by quite a young assistant master, fresh from the University,
to whom we had already taken a liking, because he was young and pretended to no false dignity with us.
We were reading Herodotus under Doctor Follen’s guidance. This was one of the few school subjects which interested me.
But this time my attention wandered. I had mechanically flung open my book, but I did not follow the translation, and remained lost in thought.
For the rest, I had already several times had the experience that what Demian had said to me in the confirmation class was right.
If you willed a thing strongly enough, it happened.
If during the lesson I was deeply immersed in thought, I need not fear that the master would disturb my peace.
Certainly, if you were absent-minded or sleepy, then he stood suddenly there; that had already happened to me several times.
But if you were really thinking, if you were genuinely sunk in thought, then you were safe.
And I had already put to the test what he had said to me about fixing a person with one’s eyes.
When at school with Demian I had never been successful in this attempt,
but now I often realized that you could accomplish much simply by a fixed look and deep thinking.
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