s of your kind, rong, delicate senses, ted, ts, lovers are almost alo us creatures of take your being from your motrengty to feel. ures of reason,  live fully; en seem to guide and rule you. Yours is tude of life, t, tiful landscape of art. Your ing in an airless void. You are an artist; I am a t t; I . For me tars. Your dreams are of girls; mine of boys …quot;

    Goldmund listened, orical self-intoxication. Several ruck Goldmund like so and asked  ;Once I broke do of you and burst into tears—you remember. t must not  once and let me be alone. Youve said terrible o me.quot;

    Narcissus  ter ternation t some of ed o t o leave  t moment and ated a second or t Goldmunds fro o allow ude he needed.

    time treme tension in Goldmunds soul did not dissolve itself in tears. ill, feeling deeply, desperately o . ally contracted , a ful o be looked in t time tears to overcome t t  ful?

    ed, pusing  o free s of a sest, loneliest parts of ter, tair into to t refuge of ter, into t of tretc flo of roses drifted tony air in s ant threads.

    it kno, Narcissus  out into touc in Goldmunds , er, looking for   find him.

    Goldmund anding under one of tone arc led from t into ttle cloister garden; on eacone-carved  o, toc , knotted omacal of one of to feel t trous ting, glaring, barking inside him.

    quot;Im going to die any moment,quot;  error. quot;Ill lose my mind and ts ;

    c t of too great; . ed; he drowned in longed-for oblivion.

    It isfactory day