It was more sad than ironical it was indeed utterly and hopelessly sad it conveyed a quiet despair, born partly of conviction, partly of a mode of thought which had become habitual with him. Steppenwolf threw me a quick look, a look which criticized both the words and the speaker of them-an unforgettable and frightful look which spoke volumes! It was a look that did not simply criticize the lecturer, annihilating the famous man with its delicate but crushing irony.He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right. When one spoke to him and he, as was not always the case, dropped conventionalities and said personal and individual things that came out of his own alien world, then a man like myself came under his spell on the spot. His face was intellectual, and the abnormally delicate and mobile play of his features reflected a soul of extremely emotional and unusually delicate sensibility. He gave at the very first glance the impression of a significant, an uncommon, and unusually gifted man.Steppenwolf is a 1927 novel by German author Hermann Hesse about a profound crisis in Hesse's spiritual world during the 1920s.
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