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    IN THE OLD SUN: A Rediscovered Tale
    IN THE OLD SUN: A Rediscovered Tale
    IN THE OLD SUN: A Rediscovered Tale
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    IN THE OLD SUN: A Rediscovered Tale

    By Hermann Hesse

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    Hermann Hesse's 'In the Old Sun' is a timeless classic that transports the reader to a mystical world filled with metaphysical questions and deep introspection. Written in Hesse's signature poetic and philosophical style, the novel weaves a rich tapestry of interconnected stories that revolve around the themes of spirituality, self-discovery, and the search for meaning in life. Drawing on Hesse's own experiences and interests in Eastern philosophy and psychology, 'In the Old Sun' offers a profound exploration of the human psyche and our quest for enlightenment. The intricate narratives and thought-provoking dialogues make this book a must-read for anyone interested in existential literature and philosophical fiction. Hermann Hesse, a Nobel Prize-winning author known for his works such as 'Siddhartha' and 'Steppenwolf,' was deeply influenced by his own spiritual journey and the cultural climate of his time. His deep understanding of human nature and the complexities of the human experience shines through in 'In the Old Sun,' making it a compelling and insightful read. I highly recommend this thought-provoking novel to readers who enjoy philosophical fiction and are looking for a profound exploration of the human condition.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMusaicum Books
    Release dateOct 6, 2017
    ISBN9788027218073
    IN THE OLD SUN: A Rediscovered Tale
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    Hermann Hesse

    Hermann Hesse was born in 1877. His books include Siddhartha, Steppenwolf, Narcissus and Goldmund, and Magister Ludi. He died in 1962.

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      IN THE OLD SUN - Hermann Hesse

      Hermann Hesse

      IN THE OLD SUN

      A Rediscovered Tale

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      In the old Sun

      Whenever, in spring or summer or even early autumn, there comes a soft, pleasant day, just warm enough to make it agreeable to loiter in the open air, then the extravagantly crooked path that joins the Allpach road, just before you leave the last high-lying houses of the town, is a charming spot. On the serpentine windings of the path as it goes up the hill the sun always lies warm. The place is sheltered from every wind. A few gnarled old fruit-trees give not indeed fruit but a little shade, and the border of the road, a green strip of smooth surf, entices you in the friendliest way by its soft curves to sit down or to stretch yourself at full length. The white path gleams in the sunlight as it climbs slowly and easily, sending a thin cloud of dust up to greet every farm-wagon or landau or post-chaise; and it gives a view over a steep huddle of dark roofs, broken here and there by the tops of trees, down into the heart of the town—to the market-place, which indeed, seen from here, loses a good deal of its impressiveness, and appears only as a peculiarly fore-shortened rectangle of irregular houses and curiously protruding front steps and cellar doors.

      On such mild, sunshiny days the comfortable turf border of this lofty hill-climbing path is always occupied by a small troop of resting men, whose bold, weather-beaten faces do not entirely harmonize with their tame and sluggish gestures, and the youngest of whom is well up in the fifties. They sit or lie at their ease in the warm greenness; they are silent, or carry on short, muttered conversations; they smoke short black pipes, and are continually spitting, with an air of contempt for the world, down the steep slope below them. The few workmen who pass by are sharply observed by them and critically placed; and each, according to the verdict, is greeted with a benevolent nod and How are you, comrade? or allowed to pass in disdainful silence.

      A stranger who watched the old men lounging there, and inquired in the first street he came to about the odd collection of gray idlers, could learn from any child that they were known as the Sun-Brothers. Many such strangers turned to look back once more at the weary group blinking in the sunlight, and wondered how they came to get such a lofty-sounding and poetical name. Some traveling enthusiasts felt a mysterious thrill at the name, and made out of the half-dozen gray loafers the surviving remnants of an almost extinct and very ancient community of worshippers of the orb of day. But the luminary after which the Sun-Brothers had been named had long ceased to shine in any sky; it was only the sign of a miserable tavern which had vanished several years before. Both sign and fame had disappeared, for the building served later as the city poorhouse, still harboring, indeed, numerous guests who had lived to see the setting of the sun taken down from the sign, and had acquired at its bar the reversion of their present shelter and guardianship.

      The small house stood last in the steep lane and in the town, close to this sunny strip of turf. It offered a warped and weary front to the eye, as though it was a considerable effort to stand upright, and had nothing now about it to show how much merriment and cheerful clinking of glasses, joking and laughter it had seen, to say nothing of lively brawls and knife-play. Since the old pink paint of the front had grown pale and peeled off in cracked patches, the ancient abode of vagabonds corresponded accurately in its external appearance to its purpose, which is not always the case with municipal buildings in our day. Plainly and honestly, even eloquently, it gave every one to understand that it was a refuge for those who had made shipwreck of their lives and been left behind in the race, the desperate end of a narrow backwater from which no plans or hidden resources could ever work them out again into the stream of life.

      Fortunately, little of the melancholy of such reflections was to be found in the circle of the Sun-Brothers. Rather, they—most of them—went on living after the fashion of their bygone days, puffed up their petty bickerings and fancies and amusements, friendships and

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