Here's the next section of Steppenwolf. It's likely to have some errors, because I wrote it on a Greyhound bus when I didn't have a dictionary or any internet.
One could speak long and continuously on the subject and write books about it....but it meant nothing at all to the Wolf of the Steppes, because for him it was all the same if the wolf had been magic’ed or beaten into him, or if it was only a fancy of his soul. What others wished to think and also what he himself wished to think was worth nothing to him, because it did not take the wolf out of him. The Wolf of the Steppes had two natures, one human and one wolfish. That was his fate, and it may well be that was nothing special or unusual. There have been many people who have much of dog or fox, fish or snake in them without any particular difficulties. In these people, the person and the fox, the person and the fish live next to each other, helping rather than hurting each other. Some people’s good fortune is due more to the fox or the monkey than to the human. This is known to everyone. But it was different for Harry. In him wolf and man ran against each other, and did not so much help each other as were locked in a deadly struggle.
I actually translated that last Friday on the route from Bellingham to Mt. Vernon. I might have gotten more, but a drunk man sat next to me and I was too busy with damage control. He wasn't actually threatening, just extremely irritating, and in my space enough that I didn't want to give him any opportunities to mess with me. When I was a little girl, my brother would take the Greyhound across the country from his college in New York to visit us. It was probably easier for him what with being male, but still! I would never want to do that.
