Book: Steppenwolf. Page 4

Why waste words, why say things that anyone who thinks a famous and so, but to say that it is not accepted?

Later, Hermine told me a remarkable thing. She said that after the conversation, Pablo told her about me so she carefully treated this man, he's, like, so unhappy. And when she asked what brought him to that conclusion, he said, "poor, Poor fellow. Look at his eyes! Unable to laugh."

And you know, Hermine, although the libels already can't make me mad, sometimes I get from them is sad. Two-thirds of my countrymen read Newspapers of this kind, read every morning and every evening, these words, of people every day treat, teach, incite, make unhappy and angry, and the purpose and end of it all - war again, the next coming war, which will probably be even worse than this.

The bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than his "I" (very immature). The price of completeness, therefore, it achieves safety and security gets is obsession with God, a quiet conscience, instead of pleasure - the pleasure, instead of freedom - convenience, instead of deadly heat - a pleasant temperature. The bourgeois is consequently by nature a creature of weak impulses, anxious, fearful in any way to sacrifice his "I", easily managed. Therefore, he put in place of power - the majority, in place of the power - law, the place of responsibility - the voting procedure.

Some corner of his heart everyone knows that suicide, though a way out, but still a little pathetic and unlawful emergency exit that, in essence, more beautiful and more noble to be slain by life itself than with my own hand.

Is there meaning in life? If so, then why, when a child is born, he is not laughing, and crying?

At each such shock of my life I'll end up with something acquired, it can not be denied, became freer, more spiritual, deeper, but was more lonely, more incomprehensible, more cold.

Every birth means separation from the universe, means restriction, separation from God, painful new grounding. To return to the Universe, the dissolution of painful individuation, the reunion with God means the expansion of the soul, it is able once more to embrace the Universe.

So, to destroy the identity, to suppress the will in this case failed, the student was too strong and rigid, too proud and smart. Instead of destroying his personality they succeeded only in teaching him to hate himself.

If we had science with sufficient courage and sufficient sense of responsibility to deal with the person, not just the mechanisms of life processes.

Man, maybe not simply an animal endowed with well-known mind, and the child of the gods who is destined for immortality.

Maybe all human life - just an evil mistake, abortion foremother, wild, horribly failed experiment of nature.

How not to be a lone wolf and a miserable hermit in the world, nor one of its aims I do not share, nor one joy which I don't care!

We ought to be proud of the pain, any pain is the memory of our high purpose.