t day Goldmund could not bring o go to  ty. s go to market. ered around tain at t and cc of tly gave in to deated it ion. y for tupid and insensitive?  see tened eyes and ails, te battle, transformation from mysterious, miraculously beautiful animals—t last s ran across t—into flattened, miserable slabs of meat for tables of ticed notoucer could express all ty, and suffering, all tense anguisatue of a saint angibility—tant, in a ed, laugo eacold jokes, screamed over t fine, izens, isfied s oo often been one of t en baked fise  being  sooner or later, as t  plump illusions, all isfaction and self-importance, and idle peace of mind fell ao solitude and brooding, made emplate suffering and deaty of all undertaking, as ared into t otimes a sudden joy blossomed from t infatuation, to sing a beautiful song, to dra, and  o ime, too, it omorroer, t  least it il turned, ting floive, piglike, staring-but-not-seeing ence. It  sucs t Viktor alo orturing curiosity and deep anguisabbed bet lying on pine boug or. en ely,  , decades or just years, until bones lost to th?

    As cplace, feeling pity for t for t and a bitter red against t of Viktor. Per case,  all rotted off, ill  ors life, ories, tastic playfulness of s? as t alive of tence,  been ordinary, otray memories ill a Viktor in tige of  o everyone and everyt soon ed and  y a fe,  for Master Niklaus—ill alive of t of poor lanky Viktors boastful silte. If somebody old  ters licence from t  a faded flohing.

    In ts Goldmund