…”the ice drove down the streams, and the violets thrust up through the earth, scenting the air where leaves had rotted, and Goldmund trudged again through the pied seasons, his senses drinking their fill…and sitting to rest in the cool of many evenings, sad at heart under lighted windows, where far off, in a gleam of candle- light, there shimmered clear, remote and unobtainable, all that the night can show to vagrants of this worlds comfort, happiness, and peace.”
Black, James Joseph, Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon. 1990. Honors Theses. Paper 232.
Example par excellence of H. Hesse’s ability to catalyze catharsis with simple words.