Dorinda was standing in front of him, dressed in the yellow robe of an ascetic. Sad was how Dorinda looked like, sadly he asked: Why have you forsaken me? At this, he embraced Dorinda, wrapped his arms around him, and as he was pulling him close to his chest and kissed him, it was not Dorinda anymore, but a woman, and a full breast popped out of the woman's dress, at which Siddhartha lay and drank, sweetly and strongly tasted the milk from this breast.

Siddhartha