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Jusqu'à présent, tu n'avais jamais pu supporter la danse ni le jazz, ce n'était pas assez profond pour toi et maintenant tu vois que point n'est besoin de les prendre au sérieux pour les trouver délicieux et charmants.

Hermann Hesse

Jusqu'à présent, tu n'avais jamais pu supporter la danse ni le jazz, ce n'était pas assez profond pour toi et maintenant tu vois que point n'est besoin de les prendre au sérieux pour les trouver délicieux et charmants.

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About Hermann Hesse

Hermann Karl Hesse (German: [ˈhɛʁman ˈhɛsə] ; 2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962) was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. His best-known works include Demian, Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, each of which explores an individual's search for authenticity, self-knowledge, and spirituality. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature.