"By that night I have a vivid memory. When a late hour passed by the lights from the gas light in the murky back home wet and cold night, ere I had taken the hangover. Not it was beautiful, it was indeed a great torture, and yet it had an attraction, something sweet, it was rebellion and orgy, it was spirit and life. Beck helped me generously though inveisse against the poor newbie, and some hold on to, a little door, I walked home, where he managed to get smuggled to him and me from a window on the ground floor. "
Demian, Herman Hesse
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