and the life in it recedes slowly into the narrowest and most inward recess.
The tree is not dying. It is waiting. It was decided that after the holidays I should go to another school, leaving home for the first time.
My mother meanwhile approached me with especial tenderness, a sort of preliminary good-bye,
endeavoring to charm me with a love from which I should go with homesickness and unforgetfulness in my heart.
Demian had gone away. I was alone.
CHAPTER FOUR - BEATRICE
Without having seen my friend again, I traveled at the end of the holidays to St. ——.
Both my parents came with me, and handed me over with all possible care to the protection of a master of the school, in whose house I was to board.
They would have been numb with horror, had they only known to what sort of fate they were leaving me.
It still hung in the balance whether I should become with time a good son and a useful citizen,
or whether my nature would break out in other directions.
My last attempt to be happy under the roof of my father’s house and the spirit prevailing there had lasted for a considerable period,
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