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In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the reflected figures like motion pictures superimposed one on the other. The figures and the background were unrelated, and yet the figures, transparent and intangible, and the background, dim in the gathering darkness, melted into a sort of symbolic world not of this world. Particularly when a light out in the mountains shone in the center of the girl's face, Shimamura felt his chest rise at the inexpressible beauty of it.
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A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.
Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
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