There was a war on, a violent, genuine and highly sympathetic war where there was no concern for Kaiser or republic, for frontiers, flags or colors and other equally decorative and theatratical matters, all nonsense bottom; but a war in which every one who lacked air to breathe and no longer found life exactly pleasing gave emphatic expression to his displeasure and strove to prepare the way for a general destruction of this iron-cast civilization of ours. In every eye I saw the unconcealed spark of destruction and murder, and in mine too these wild red roses bloomed as rank and high, and sparkled as brigthly. I joined the battle joyfully.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
Patīkami lasīt ko tādu, kur gribas citēt ik domu, ik ideju, un ne tāpēc, ka piekrītu visam, bet tāpēc, ka ir viedokļi, kas liek domāt par to, kam piekrītu esi pati. Piesaista, vien žēl, ka drīz būs galā.