sucual goddess in appearance, required so many petty tools,  and patience. o toxication of to be made again and again, ceeth.

    Part of tures, s ituted a small revenge against tary order of  life. All rengture steamed out of ttack in a dark side street, on o see a girl or on tick, tning sness to pass from defense to attack, to press ting enemy to o land a fist under ttle ily—all tasted good to Goldmund and cured , too.

    All ty to do, and it all made sense as long as . Jo took a long time. t delicate sient concentration. atue in a small s iculously clean, gently brus sa from s ood in front of atue for a long time, an  experience  remain unique. A man on ted, a er t c feel sucions in t: a deep reverence, a great earnestness, and at time a secret fear of t he days.

    years, clad in tiful, favorite disciple, stand listening ed face and an expression of stillness, devotion, and reverence t  unknoo tiful, pious, spiritualized face, to t seemed to be floating, to t despair o traits mig its pitc suffered no discordant note.

    Goldmund stood and contemplated emplation began as a meditation in front of t to  it ended in a tempest of sorroiful disciple  o part omorro  seemed to  it  to say fareoday not only to . Jo also to ter, to ty, to art. to do any more; no images filled

    yet accessible to  be accessible for a long time. So polistle angel figures nos?

    ore o ters ood at til Niklaus noticed  to him.

    quot; is it, Goldmund?quot;

    quot;My s