in life it finds it absurd. And in fact, if the world is right, if this music of the cafés, these mass enjoyments and these Americanised men who are pleased with so little are right, then I am wrong, I am crazy. I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.
Eta egiaz, munduak arrazoi badu, kafetegietako musika horrek, giza aldreentzako atsegin horiek, hain gutxirekin pozik diren gizon amerikar horiek arrazoi badute, orduan ni oker nabil, orduan ni ero nago, orduan ni benetan estepako otsoa naiz, hainbestetan nire buruari esan diodan bezala arrotz eta ezin ulertuzko egiten zaion munduan galdutako piztia, bere aberria, giroa eta janaria bilatzen ez duena.