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In the holidays I went once to the house in which, years before, Max / Demian and his mother had lived. An old lady was walking in the garden. / I entered into conversation and learned that the house belonged to / her. I enquired after the Demians. She remembered them very well. But / she did not know where they were living at that moment. As she felt / my interest, she took me into the house, searched through a leather / album and showed me a photograph of Demian's mother. I scarcely had any / recollections of what she was like. But when I saw the little picture / my heart stood still. It was my dream picture! There it was, the tall, / almost masculine woman's figure, resembling her son, with traits / of motherliness, traits which denoted severity, and deep passion, / beautiful and alluring, beautiful and unapproachable, demon and mother, / destiny and mistress. That was she!
I was filled with a wild wonder, when I learned that my dream picture / lived on earth! There was a woman, then, who looked like that, who / bore my fate in her features! Where was she? Where? And she was / Demian's mother!