Siddhartha sat and watched him and remembered how once he had considered this man his friend. He
gratefully accepted Vasudeva's invitation. When they reached the river bank, he helped him to secure
the boat. Later, when the sun was beginning to set, they sat on the tree trunk and Siddhartha told him
about his origin and his life. The story lasted late into the night. Vasudeva listened with great attention.
It was one of Vasudeva's greatest virtues that, like few people, he knew how to listen. He never thought
to interrupt the speaker with praise nor blame-he only listened. Siddhartha felt how wonderful it was
to have such a listener who could be absorbed in another person's life, his strife, his sorrows. What point of view is this