Joy leapt in his father's heart for his son who was quick to learn, thirsty for knowledge; he saw him growing up to become a great wise man and priest, a prince among the Brahmans. Bliss leapt in his mother's breast when she saw him, . . . Siddhartha, strong, handsome, he who was walking on slender legs, greeting her with perfect respect. . . . But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself; he found no delight in himself.