There the return home to father and to the respectable world was always so liberating and so sublime,
I quite felt that this alone was right and good and desirable.
But still that part of the stories which dealt with the wicked and profligate was by far the most alluring,
and if one had been allowed to acknowledge it openly, it was really often a great pity that the prodigal repented and was redeemed.
But one did not say that, nor did one actually think it.
It was only present somehow or other as a presentiment or a possibility, deep down in one’s feelings.
When I pictured the devil to myself, I could quite well imagine him down below in the street, openly or in disguise,
or at the annual fair or in the public house, but I could never imagine him with us at home.
My sisters also belonged to the bright world. It often seemed to me that they approached more nearly to father and mother;
that they were better and nicer mannered than myself, without so many faults.
They had their failings, they were naughty, but that did not seem to me to be deep-rooted.
It was not the same as for me, for whom the contact with evil was strong and painful, and the dark world so much nearer.
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