It was the half-man, half-woman, dream picture of my dæmon, to which I called.
It lived now not only in my dreams, it was no longer painted on paper,
but it was in me, as a desire-picture and an enhancement of my spiritual self.
The relation into which the unsuccessful suicide Knauer entered with me was peculiar and sometimes amusing.
Since the night I had been sent to him, he dogged my steps like a faithful servant or hound,
sought to attach himself to me and followed me blindly. He came to me with curious questions and wishes.
He wanted to see spirits, to learn the Cabbala, and he did not believe me when I assured him I understood nothing of all these things.
He credited me with being able to do anything. But it was singular that he often came to me with his queer and silly questions
just at the moment when I myself had a mental knot to be disentangled.
His moody ideas and concerns often gave me the cue, the impulse which helped me in the solution of my own problems.
He was often tiresome and I imperiously drove him away.
I felt, however, that he had been sent to me, and what I gave to him, I received twofold in return. He also was a guide, or rather a way.
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