Steppenwolf Page #2

was wrong with his life

thus his desolation would end with

the negligence of his existence

that'd be the best way to say goodbye

to his pains and sufferings.

He would wait only two years,

then he would accomplish it,

then he started to cherish this idea

it would be the day he turned 50.

This would be the day he would

definitively surrender...

relying on his razor...

he'd take leave of all his pains

and close the door behind.

This way the wolf from the steppes

wouldn't achieve his goal.

Possibly someday he would

learn to know himself better.

Maybe one day he will find

himself in our Magic Theatre...

the very thing that is needed to free his neglected soul.

A thousand such possibilities await him.

Maybe the day will come that he will

see himself reflected in a mirror.

He is aware of the existence of that mirror

in which he has such bitter need to look.

And from which he shrinks

in such deathly fear.

Is it today the performance? Where

is the meeting going to be?

Go to the Black Eagle, man,

if that's what you want.

I'm sorry, I probably mistook you

for another person, I apologize...

My dear Mr. Haller!...

Somebody told me you were already here Why didn't you tell us?

Are you going to stay here for long?

No, I'm staying here only for a few days?

Therefore I was informed correctly.

Well, yes... I...

Oh, you are already here!...

Look what I've read in this newspaper,

this miserable Haller!

Who's this? An author?

An author?! ...Oh, how kind are you! no!

A publicist and a very rotten one.

A publicist who must be a

poor devil without country

somebody who's slashing the Kaiser.

Here, read it yourself.

Maybe he should base himself

on real facts, here it is...

He says our fatherland is not less

responsible for the outbreak of war

than its enemies.

Oh, let's go to the table, please...

- Thanks...

Something strange happened to me today.

Really?!

Yes... I was going out of the library

I had nothing in mind

in that precise moment

I was descending the stairs...

on my way to the suburbs, when suddenly...

...I saw a group of people

like in a procession...

it was a funeral...

Oh my god!

Do you feel alright my love!

Sorry... it was just a thought...

...I apologize.

I pray for a hero to be born...

a miraculous birth not to be excluded...

able to penetrate the minuscule details...

the contours of our archetype

that filters outside...

the apocalypse is our only hope.

I understand.

Let us hope that Goethe did not really look like this.

This conceited air of nobility...

the great man ogling the

distinguished company...

and beneath the manly exterior what

a world of charming sentimentality!

Certainly there is much to say against him.

Oh, my god!

Darling do you feel alright?!

He sure would renounce to your company...

this is really lamentable.

I have to retire.

That bust of Goethe belongs to my wife, it's

one of her most treasured possessions...

believe me...

It is our more cherished cultural heritage.

These objects are representations of our gods.

...I am really sorry.

You should've been a bit more correct...

you shouldn't have expressed yourself

in such a way about the subject.

It is a habit, a vice of mine,

always to speak up my mind...

as indeed Goethe did too

in his better moments.

I do apologize to you and to your wife.

Please, tell her I am an schizophrenic

and now if you let me,

it is time for me to go

but, you haven't finished your coffee!

It stimulates our discussions...

Your opinions on Mithras e Krishna

have left a deep impression on me...

I was expecting today we could have

a chance to raise this subject.

I'm grateful you say that but my interest

about Krishna have completely vanished.

As well as my taste for

erudite conversation.

Besides I've lied to you

I haven't recently arrived to this city, in

fact I've been here for a few months already!

The thing is that I wasn't feeling alright to

participate in familiar gatherings, because...

First I was always in a very bad

humour due to my gout problems.

Second because I was

drunk most of the times.

And finally, for not passing as a liar.

That publicist with no fatherland, that loafer

known by the name of Haller and myself...

are one and the same person.

It would be essentially

better for the world...

that all the few people capable

of thought stood for reason...

and the love for peace instead of...

for god's sake...!

Heading wildly with a blind

obsession for a new war.

Have a good night.

The wolf in me howled in gleeful triumph, and a

dramatic struggle between my two selves followed.

It was my leave-taking from the respectable, moral and

learned world, and a complete triumph for the Steppenwolf.

Be a disappointment or a little scandal,

at the end, it was just another failure.

I wish I could live

happier days but... how?!

But that's of no importance as

everything ends the same way always.

What a hideous day of shame and wretchedness

it had been from morning to night.

For what? And why? This very night

I would make an end of the comedy,

go home and cut my throat.

No more tarrying.

Simply choose something and

everything ends the same way.

Everything goes in the same direction.

Simply choose something and

everything ends the same way...

And there is no way on finding a way out...

just a something in between desperation and

cowardice ...between desperation and cowardice...

Maybe cowardice wins today... maybe tomorrow also...

and everyday... why not.

It will become a desperation that

will grow each passing day...

a kind of self contempt...

It will go even farther than

that, again and again...

even to the point of discarding myself

completely and finally... when...

Hi.

You seem to have a pain in your fingers.

Is it any better?...

do still feel pain?

Where am I?

You should well know by now?

I have no idea...

In the Black Eagle.

Come to the Black Eagle if a

human being is what you need!

Take it easy!...

I will attend you.

What's the matter?...

Shouldn't you be at home now?

No... yes... It's just

that I cannot go home now.

You can stay here if you wish.

What is this?

You can do whatever you want with this.

It may sound like a joke but

you can use it as a scape...

or you can use it to defend yourself.

Look yourself in this mirror.

You have to admit you are afraid...

Wait... unless you clean your eyeglasses

you won't be able to see anything.

Well... what are we going to drink...

Burgundy?

Why are you carrying a razor?

I always carry a razor with me as well...

do you carry it often?

Usually yes.

Why?

Oh, you should now it is a

long and complicated story

I will tell it to you some day.

A friend of mine forgot it in my apartment.

I presume you must have a lot of friends.

Yes indeed, don't you?

No.

No.

Oh, you look like a nice boy.

Although I'd swear you don't obey anybody

do I look like it?

To obey is like eating or the act of sex..

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