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Now our to our Steppenwolf was wrong, as all mixed beings who, in their feeling, living sometimes as a wolf, others as a man, but when Wolf was the man inside was always lurking, watching, trying and critiquing, and the times when he was a man, the wolf did likewise. For example, when Harry in his capacity man had a beautiful thought, or felt a noble and delicate feeling, or running a so-called good deeds, then the wolf within bared teeth, laughed and showed him with bloody sarcasm how ridiculous it was all that distinguished farce a wolf of the steppe, a wolf in his heart was perfectly aware of what suited him, he was jogging alone on the plains, at times drink blood and hunt a wolf, and from the point of view of any action wolf human then had to be terribly funny and absurd, stupid and useless. But exactly what happened when Harry felt and acted like wolves, where he taught teeth to the other, when breathed hatred and terrible enemy to all men and their manners and customs lied and jeopardized. So it was when it put on the watch just the part of man wearing, animal and beast called him and spoil him and corrupted him all the satisfaction of a wolf in its essence, simple, savage and full of health. [...]



And these people, whose existence is very hectic, sometimes live in their rare moments of happiness so strong and so indescribably beautiful, the foam that momentarily jumps high and often so dazzling on the sea of suffering, that this brief flash of happiness and love radiating also reaches others. [...]

as precious and fleeting happiness foam on the sea of suffering [...]

Steppenwolf, Hermann Hesse , 1927