“I did not know. Or rather I did. I once painted a picture of you, Demian, and was astonished that it was also like me. Was that the sign?”
“That was it. It’s fine that you are here now! My mother will be glad as well.”
I started. “Your mother? Is she here? She doesn’t know me a bit.”
“Oh, she knows of you. She will know, without even my asking her, who you are.
You haven’t let me hear from you for a long time.”
Oh, I often wanted to write, but nothing came of it. For some time past I have felt I should find you. I was waiting for it every day.”
He pushed his arm through mine and we went on. Tranquillity seemed to emanate from him and pass on to me.
We were soon chatting together as formerly. We mentioned our schooldays, the confirmation class and that unlucky meeting of ours in the holidays—
only no mention was made of the earliest and closest bond between us, of the affair with Frank Kromer.
Unexpectedly we found ourselves in the middle of a singular and ominous conversation.
Having recalled Demian’s discourse with the Japanese, we spoke of student life in general and from that we had branched off to something else,
which seemed to be rather out of the way of the former trend of our talk.
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