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  • A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginning and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.

    Hermann Hesse (2013). “Beneath the Wheel: A Novel”, p.132, Macmillan