Demian

by Hermann Hesse

I was lying in a cellar, cannons were roaring overhead. I was lying on a cart, bumping over empty fields. Most of the time I slept or was unconscious.

Perhaps you’ll need me again sometime, to protect you from Kromer or something else. If you call me then, I will no longer come riding so crudely on a horse or on a train. Then you’ll have to listen within yourself, and you’ll notice that I’m inside you.