In the second tale from the life of Knulp the narrator says "[Knulp] sang beautifully, and even if the words didn't always make sense, the tune was loIn the second tale from the life of Knulp the narrator says "[Knulp] sang beautifully, and even if the words didn't always make sense, the tune was lovely and that was enough."
Knulp's songs are a metaphor for the character himself. Sweet, simple, ephemeral, melancholy. Like the character, his words are picked up on the breeze and disappear into the forests and fields and hamlets of pre-war Germany.
I love this pretty novella; I've read it a number of times now. It addresses the big questions: what should we do with our lives? What is a life well lived? How do we resolve the tension between duty and freedom?
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