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Demian
by Hermann Hesse
After he had left, something of the nature of his request suddenly dawned on me. I was still quite ignorant in these matters but I knew from hearsay1 that boys and girls when they grew older were able to do certain mysterious, repulsive2, forbidden things together. And now I was supposed to -- it suddenly flashed on me how monstrous3 his request was! I knew at once that I would never do it. But what would happen then? What revenge would Kromer take on me? I didn't dare think of it. This was the beginning of a new torture for me.
Inconsolable, I walked across the desolate4 square, hands in my pockets. Further and greater agonies awaited me!
Suddenly a vigorous cheerful voice called me. I was startled and began to flee. Someone ran after me, a hand grasped me gently from behind. It was Max Demian.
"Oh, it's you," I said mistrustfully. "You gave me a terrible shock."
He looked down at me and never had his look been more adult, superior, the look of someone who could see through me. We had not spoken to each other for a long time.
"I feel sorry for you," he said in his polite yet decisive manner. "Listen, you can't let yourself be frightened like that."
"Well, one can't always help it."
"So it seems. But look: if you practically go to pieces in front of someone who hasn't done you any harm, then that someone begins to think. He's surprised, he becomes inquisitive6, he thinks you're remarkably7 high-strung and reaches the conclusion that people are always like that when they're deathly afraid. Cowards are constantly afraid, but you're not a coward, are you? Certainly, you're no hero either. There are some things you're afraid of, and some people, too. And that should never be, you should never be afraid of men. You aren't afraid of me? Or are you?"
"Oh, no, not at all."
"Exactly. But there are people you are frightened of?"
"I don't know. . . Why don't you let me be?"
He kept pace with me -- I had quickened my steps with thoughts of escaping -- and I felt him glancing at me from the side.
"Let's assume," he began again, "that I don't mean to do you any harm. At any rate, you've no need to be afraid of me. I'd like to try out an experiment on you. It might be fun and you might even learn something from it. Now pay attention! -- You see, I sometimes practice an art known as thought reading. There's no black magic about it but if you don't know how it's done it can seem very uncanny. You can shock people with it, too. Now let's give it a try. Well, I like you, or I'm interested in you and would like to discover what goes on inside you. I've already taken the initial step in that direction: I've frightened you -- so that you're nervous. There must be things and people that you're afraid of. If you are afraid of someone, the most likely reason is that this someone has something on you. For example, you've done something wrong and the other person knows it -- he has a hold on you. You get it? Very clear, isn't it?"
I looked up helplessly at his face, which was as serious and intelligent as ever, and kind. Yet its detached severity lacked tenderness; impartiality8 or something similar was visible in it. I was hardly aware of what was happening to me: he stood before me like a magician.
"Have you got it?" he asked once more.
I nodded, unable to speak.
"I told you, reading other people's thoughts seems strange but it's perfectly9 natural. For instance, I could tell you almost exactly what you thought about me the time I told you the story of Cain and Abel. Well, this isn't the time to talk of that. I also think it possible that you dreamed about me once. But let's put that aside, too. You're bright and most people are stupid. I like talking to a bright fellow now and then, someone I can trust. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. But I don't understand. . ."
"Let's keep to our amusing experiment for the moment. So, we've discovered that boy S is easily frightened -- he's afraid of someone -- he probably shares a secret with this other person, a secret that makes him feel uneasy. Roughly speaking, does this correspond to the facts?"
As though in a dream, I succumbed10 to his voice and influence. His voice seemed to come from within myself. And it knew everything. Did it know everything more clearly and better than I did myself?
Demian slapped me firmly on the shoulder.
"So that's what it is. I thought it might be. Now just one more question: do you happen to know the name of the boy who left you back there at the Burgplatz?"
I was terrified. He had touched my secret.
"What boy? There wasn't any boy there, only me."
"Go on." He laughed. "What's his name?"
"Do you mean Franz Kromer?" I whispered.
He gave me a satisfied nod.
"Excellent. You're all right, we'll become friends yet. But first I have to tell you something: this Kromer, or whatever his name is, his face tells me he's a first-rate bastard11. What do you think?"
"Yes," I sighed, "he's pretty bad. But he mustn't hear about this. For God's sake. He mustn't find out anything. Do you know him? Does he know you?"
"Relax. He's gone and he doesn't know me -- not yet. But I'd like to meet him. He goes to public school, doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"What grade's he in?"
"The fifth. But don't say anything to him. Please."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. I take it you don't want to tell me more about this Kromer?"
"I can't."
He was silent for a while.
"Too bad," he said. "We could have carried the experiment a stage further. But I don't want to get you all upset. However, you realize, don't you, that your fear of him is all wrong? Such fear can destroy us completely. You've got to get rid of it, you've simply got to, if you want to turn into someone decent. You understand that, don't you?"
"Certainly, you're completely right. . . But it's so complicated. . . You've no idea. . ."
"You've seen that I know quite a few things about you, far more than you would have imagined. -- Do you owe him any money?"
"Yes, that too. But that's not the main thing. I can't tell you, I just can't."
"Wouldn't it help if I gave you as much as you owe him?"
"No, that's not it. And you promise not to tell anyone about it? Not a word?"
"You can trust me, Sinclair. You can tell me your secret some other time."
"Never!" I shouted.
"As you like. All I meant was: perhaps you'll tell me more some other time. Voluntarily, of course. You don't think I would treat you the way Kromer does, do you?"
"Oh, no -- but what do you know about that anyhow?"
"Nothing whatever. I've merely thought it over and I'd never do it Kromer's way, you can believe that. Besides, you don't owe me anything."
We did not speak for a long time, and I began to calm down, yet I found Demian's knowledge all the more puzzling.
"I'm going home now," he said and gathered his coat closer around him in the rain. "There's just one more thing I'd like to say to you since we've gotten so far -- you ought to get rid of this bastard! If there's no other way of doing it, kill him. It would impress and please me if you did! I'd even lend you a hand."
The story of Cain suddenly recurred12 to me, and I became afraid again. Everything began to seem so ominous13 to me that I began to whimper. I was surrounded by too much that I didn't understand.
"All right." Max Demian smiled. "Go on home. We'll find a way, even though killing14 him would be the simplest. In cases like this, the simplest course is always the best. Your friend Kromer isn't the best friend to have."
I found my way home and it seemed to me that I had been away for a year. Everything looked different. Something like a future, like hope, now separated me from Kromer. I was no longer alone. Only now did I realise how horribly alone I had been with my secret for weeks on end. And at once I remembered a thought I had had several times before: that a confession15 to my parents would lighten my load but would not entirely16 relieve me of it. Now I had almost confessed, to another, to a stranger, and the sense of relief was like a fresh breeze.
Nonetheless, my fear was far from conquered and I was prepared for a long series of terrible wrangles17 with my enemy. That was why it seemed remarkable18 that matters took such a calm, such a discreet19 course.
For one day, for two, for a whole week there was no sound of Kromer's whistle near our house. I hardly dared believe it and I constantly lay in wait for the moment when suddenly, when least expected, he would reappear. He seemed to have vanished. Mistrusting my new freedom, I refused to believe in it, that is, until I finally ran into Franz Kromer. When he saw me he flinched20, his face twitched21, and he turned away so as to avoid meeting me.
It was an unprecedented22 moment for me! My enemy fleeing from me, my devil afraid of me! A thrill of happy surprise overwhelmed me.
One day I ran into Demian again. He was waiting for me in front of school.
"Hello," I said.
"Good morning, Sinclair. I only wanted to hear how things were going. Kromer isn't bothering you any more, is he?"
"Is that your doing? How did you manage it? I don't understand it at all. He's staying away altogether."
"That's good. If he should turn up again -- I don't think he will, but he's quite ruthless -- just tell him not to forget Max Demian."
"But what's the connection? Did you pick a fight and beat him up?"
"No, that's not my way of doing things. I merely talked to him as I did to you and was able to make it clear to him that it is to his advantage to leave you alone."
"You didn't pay him any money, I hope."
"No, that's your method."
He evaded23 all my questions, leaving me with the same uneasy feeling toward him I'd had before: a strange mixture of gratitude24 and awe25, admiration26 and fear, sympathy and inward resistance.
I decided27 to seek him out and talk at length about all these matters, as well as about the Cain business. But it did not happen that way. Gratitude is not a virtue28 I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child. Thus my total ingratitude29 toward Max Demian does not astonish me too much. Today I have no doubt whatever that I would have been sick and ruined for life had he not freed me from Kromer's clutches. Even at that time I was conscious that this liberation was the greatest experience of my life -- but the liberator30 himself I deserted31 as soon as he had performed his miracle.
As I have said, ingratitude does not surprise me. What does startle me, in retrospect32, is my lack of curiosity. How was I able to go on living a single day without trying to come nearer to the secret which Demian had revealed to me? How was it I did not want to hear more about Cain, more about Kromer, more about Demian's ability to read other peopled thoughts?
It is almost incredible, and yet it was so. I suddenly found myself extricated33 from a demonic labyrinth34. I again saw the world bright and joyful35 before me and no longer succumbed to fits of suffocating36 fear. The spell was broken, I was no longer damned and tormented37. I was a schoolboy again, and my whole being sought to regain38 its peaceful equilibrium39 as quickly as possible, making a particular effort to repel40 and forget the ugly, threatening things I had come to know. The whole episode of my guilt41 and fright slipped from my memory with incredible speed and without apparently42 leaving any scars or deep impressions behind.
However, today I can understand why I strained to forget my savior so quickly. I fled from the valley of sorrow, my horrible bondage43 to Kromer, with all the strength at the command of my injured soul: back to where I had been happy and content, back to the lost paradise that was opening up again now, back to the light, untroubled world of mother and father, my sisters, the smell of cleanliness, and the piety44 of Abel.
Already, the day after my short talk with Demian, when I was fully5 convinced at last of having regained45 my freedom and no longer feared losing it again, I did what I had wanted to do so often and desperately46 before -- I confessed. I went to my mother, I showed her the damaged piggy bank filled with play money and I told her for how long I had bound myself through my own guilt to an evil tonnenter. She did not understand everything but she saw; she saw my changed expression, heard the change in my tone of voice, and felt that I was cured and had been restored to her.
And now began the feast of my readmittance to the fold, the return of the Prodigal47 Son. Mother took me to my father, the story was repeated, there were questions and exclamations48 of surprise, both parents stroked my head and breathed sighs of relief after the long period of oppression. Everything was marvelous, everything happened as the stories I had read said they would, everything resolved itself in wonderful harmony.
I drugged myself on the satisfaction of having regained my peace of mind and the confidence of my parents, I became a most exemplary boy at home, played more than ever with my sisters and during the devotional periods sang all my favorite hymns49 with the fervor50 of one who has been saved, who has been converted. It came from my heart, there was nothing false about it.
Still, not everything was back in order. And this is the fact that really accounts for my neglect of Demian. I should have confessed tohim. The confession would have been less emotional and touching51, but it would have been far more fruitful. I had returned to my former, my Edenic world. This was not Demian's world, and he would never have been able to fit into it. He too -- though differently from Kromer -- was a tempter; he, too, was a link to the second, the evil world with which I no longer wanted to have anything to do. I did not want to sacrifice Abel to glorify52 Cain, not just now when I had once more become Abel.
Those were the superficial reasons. The inner ones, however, were as follows: I was free of Kromer and the devil's hands but through no power or effort of my own. I had tried to pass through the labyrinth of the world but the way had proved too intricate for me. Now that a friendly hand had extricated me, I retreated, looking neither to the left nor to the right, but went straight to my mother's lap and the security of a pious53, sheltered childhood. I turned myself into someone younger, more dependent, more childish than I was. I had to replace my dependence54 on Kromer with a new one, for I was unable to walk alone. So, in the blindness of my heart, I chose to be dependent on my father and mother, on the old, cherished "world of light," though I knew by now that it was not the only one. If I had not followed this course I would have had to bank on Demian and entrust55 myself to him. That I did not do so at the time seemed to me to be the result of my justifiable56 suspicion of his strange ideas; in reality it was entirely because of my fear. For Demian would have been far more exacting57 than my parents; he would have tried to make me more independent by using persuasion58, exhortation59, mockery, and sarcasm60. I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.
Yet six months later I could not resist the temptation and I asked my father during a walk what one was to make of the fact that some people considered Cain a better person than Abel.
He was much taken aback and explained that this was an interpretation61 entirely lacking in originality62, that it had already arisen in Old Testament63 times and had been taught by a number of sects64, one of which were called the "Cainites." But of course this mad doctrine65 was merely an attempt on the part of the devil to destroy our faith, for, if one believed that Cain was right and Abel in the wrong, then it followed that God had made a mistake; in other words, the God of the Bible was not the right and only one, but a false God. Indeed, the Cainites had taught and preached something of the sort. However, this heresy66 had long since disappeared from the face of the earth and he was only surprised that a school friend of mine should have heard anything about it. He warned me most seriously against harboring such ideas.
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hearsay
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monstrous
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desolate
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inquisitive
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remarkably
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impartiality
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perfectly
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succumbed
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bastard
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ominous
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killing
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confession
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remarkable
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flinched
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unprecedented
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gratitude
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admiration
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virtue
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liberator
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joyful
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tormented
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regain
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equilibrium
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repel
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guilt
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apparently
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bondage
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piety
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regained
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desperately
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prodigal
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fervor
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glorify
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pious
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dependence
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entrust
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justifiable
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exacting
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persuasion
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exhortation
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sarcasm
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interpretation
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originality
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testament
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