One Good Paragraph: Hermann Hesse
Steppenwolf: A Novel (1927)
From Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse (translated by Basil Creighton)
The fragrance of spring-time met me. The very atmosphere of boyhood and youth, so deeply familiar and yet so legendary, was around me and in my veins flowed the blood of those days. All that I had done and thought and been since, fell away from me and I was young again. An hour, a few minutes before, I had prided myself on knowing what love was and desire and longing, but it had been the love and the longing of an old man. Now I was young again and this glowing current of fire that I felt in me, this mighty impulse, this unloosening passion like that wind in March that brings the thaw, was young and new and genuine.
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This gives me such good inspiration for my novel in progress. Thank you for posting!