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The story of Emil Sinclair's youth by Hermann Hesse

"...it was not a boy's face but a man's; I also felt or saw that it was not entirely the face of a man either, but something feminine about it too. Yet the face struck me at that moment as neither masculine nor childlike, neither old nor young, but somehow a thousand years old, somehow timeless, bearing the scars of an entirely different history than we knew; animals could look like that, or trees, or planets -non of this did I know consciously, I did not feel precisely what I say about it as an adult, only something of the kind. Perhaps he was handsome, perhaps I liked him, perhaps I also found him repulsive, I could not be sure of that either. All I saw was that he was different from us, he was like an animal or like a spirit or like a picture, he was different, unimaginably different from the rest of us."