There are enough people of Ndola was much like Harry, many artists mainly belong to this species. These men are all within SDOs souls, two natures, and in these there is the divine and demonic, the maternal and paternal blood, the capacity of happiness and ability to suffer, so hostile and confusing the side and in the other, as they were in Harry the wolf and man. And these people, whose existence is very hectic, sometimes live in their rare moments of happiness so strong and so unspeakably beautiful, foam momentnea jumps that often so dazzling high above the sea of suffering, which This brief lightning of happiness and love radiating reach others. Asse produce, as precious and fleeting happiness foam on the sea of suffering, all those works of art, in which a troubled man only rises at such a high over his own destiny, their happiness looks like a star, and all those who see it, they think something eternal and as his own dream of happiness. All these men want llmense as their deeds and works, no really, usually a real life, that is, his life is no essence, no way, are not heroes or artists thinkers to the way others are judges, physicians, cobblers or teachers, but their existence is a movement and a timeless ebb and flow and painful, and painfully torn estinfeliz is terrible and meaningless, if not estdispuesto to see that effect precisely in those few events, facts, ideas and works that radiate above the chaos of a life as well. Among males of this species has emerged dangerous and horrible thought that perhaps all human life is but a terrible mistake, a violent and unfortunate abortion of the universal mother, a wild and horribly unfortunate test of nature. But also between them is where he emerged the other idea, that man may be it is only reasonable means an animal, but a child of the gods and destined for immortality.

Hermann Hesse