كان يا ما كان رجلٌ اسمه هاري، يُدعى ذئب السهوب. كان يمشي على قدمين، ويلبس الثياب، ويعيش كإنسان، لكنه في حقيقته كان ذئباً من ذئاب السهوب. وقد تعلّم قدراً كبيراً مما يستطيع أن يتعلمه أهل الذكاء، وكان رجلاً ذكياً إلى حدّ معقول. لكنه لم يتعلّم شيئاً واحداً: أن يجد الرضا في نفسه وفي حياته.

“There was once a man, Harry, called the steppenwolf. He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the steppes. He had learned a good deal of all that people of a good intelligence can, and was a fairly clever fellow. What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life.”Hermann Hesse