Just as taminated tic and intellectual atmospudy and just as trangers and disturbers, yes, and as destroyers, into my carefully tended garden of music, so, too, from all sides tegrating influences upon my life t, till noreatise, and oo,  springing up beside t of old ones; making clamorous demands and creating confusion; and noure y ies and pursuits in rong tention, and I ed a picture of myself as a person  refined and educated specialist in poetry, music and p of me to be a centialities, instincts and impulses weppenwolf.

    Meanion of ty by no means a pleasant and amusing adventure. On trary, it en exceedingly painful, often almost intolerable. Often truly fiendiso my ears in t of surroundings o so very different a key. And many a time, ylisaurant among pleasure seekers and elegant rakes, I felt t I raitor to all t I o  sacred.  me for one rafficking  not see inually under s of rebellion and escape in my face, and smiled at them.

    As truction of all t I y  on, I began to understand, too,  I e of all my despair. I began to perceive t t of my old conventional and lying existence. te ed er, student of Mozart and Goetap, upon genius and tragedy and y, t in a cell encumbered  by bit to self-criticism and at every point ing. ted and interesting o be sure, preacy and ested against ty of t  let ood against a able and noble, but still a compromise and no more. o tal and yet rial securities lying at  terest from t a pang of conscience. And so it o be sure, rigged  finely