I was a model boy at home and played more frequently than ever with my sisters.
At prayers I sang the dear, old hymns with the blissful feeling of one converted and redeemed.
It came straight from my heart, it was no lie this time. And yet it was not at all as it should have been.
And this is the point which alone can truly explain my forgetfulness of Demian.
I ought to have made a confession to him! The confession would have been less touching and less specious, but for me it would have borne more fruit.
I was now clinging fast to my former paradisaical world, I had returned home and had been received in grace.
But Demian belonged in no wise to this world, he did not fit into it.
He also—in a different way from Kromer—but nevertheless he also was a seducer,
he too bound me to the second, evil, bad world, and of this world I never wanted to hear anything more.
I could not now, and I did not wish to give up Abel and help to glorify Cain, now when I myself had again become an Abel.
So much for the outward correlation of events.
But inwardly it was like this: I had been freed from the hands of Kromer and the devil, but not through my own strength and effort.
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