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Harunori will be coming home on leave from his regiment today. Though he’s my own son,
Their relationship had lasted some seven years, beginning in the spring when Kiyoaki was twelve.
Suppose he were to assess his protective armor of sentiment in such terms. Was it aesthetically as naturally striking as that of this beetle? And was it tough enough to be as good a shield as the beetle’s?
In his heart, he always preferred the actuality of loss to the fear of it.
For the first time in his life, Kiyoaki came to realize the healing powers of solitude.
Count Ayakura, who was a superb calligrapher,
Satoko, two years older than he,
Satoko did not even appear in his dreams.
Prince Pattanadid
“Now Ying Chan has finally returned to my touch,” Chao P. said, heaving a melancholy sigh.
the ring that had been a parting present from the princess,
Prince Kridsada
SOMETHING SOUNDED within Kiyoaki like a trumpet call: I love Satoko. And no matter how he viewed this feeling he was unable to fault its validity, even though he had never experienced anything like it before.
Imagine Miss Satoko’s distress when she read your letter. And think what effort of courage it cost her not to show any sign of it when she met you.
For some time after that, she was happy every day and even whispered your name at night in her sleep.
Honda’s father was a justice of the Supreme Court
“If I were really to act as a true friend,” he thought, “wouldn’t it be best to persuade him to try and forget Miss Satoko?
“Just take a look at her, young master. Would you think she’s a murderess?” said the young law student, whispering in his ear. “It’s true what they say about not being able to tell a book by its cover.”
Once passion was set in motion according to its own laws, then it was irresistible. This was a theory that would never be accepted by modern law, which took it as self-evident that conscience and reason ruled man.
Prince Pattanadid lost his emerald ring.
The ensuing turmoil was eventually to reach such proportions that the princes, more and more homesick, were finally to decide that they wanted to return to Siam.
but since the students considered it effeminate for a man to wear a ring, there were few who felt the least sympathy or concern for its loss or for the frantic search.
they saw the stone gate of the villa come into view, its name carved in Chinese characters on the right-hand pillar. It was called Chung-nan, from the title of a poem by the Tang poet Wang Wei.
“What I want to say is that perhaps reincarnation is nothing more than a concept that reverses the way that we, the living, ordinarily view death, a concept that expresses life as seen from the viewpoint of the dead.
One could certainly think of a man not in terms of a body but as a single vital current. And this would allow one to grasp the concept of existence as dynamic and on-going, rather than as static.
A man may be hard to persuade by rational argument while he is easily swayed by a display of passion, even if it is feigned.
Itsui’s car was a 1912 Ford, the newest model.
And yet she could not even kill herself off successfully. Intriguing old bitch!”
Events and circumstances—the Marquis’s visit, the crushing blow to his pride, the rainy night, the isolated rear parlor of Kitazaki’s house, the saké, the sinister pornography—all
the white makeup clinging to her face as thickly as if she were a cricket that had tumbled into a box of powder.
Shimbashi station, designed by an American architect, had been built in 1872 at the beginning of the Meiji era.
Her lovely long eyelashes spread wide, like a plant bursting into flower.
The Bodhisattva Obitoké Koyasu Jizo is revered here. Japan’s most ancient and hallowed place of prayer for obtaining the favor of children and their safe birth.
For Satoko had cropped short her hair. She had placed the shorn strands on the sutra stand, as though in offering, and, beads in hand, was lost in prayer.
He felt that taking naps was much more beneficial than confronting catastrophes.
No one considered Satoko’s soul; it was her hair alone that pertained to the national interest.
Dr. Ozu, the director of the Ozu Mental Clinic,
Without even consulting me, he put Satoko into a convent, hoping to avoid a scandal,
