Now, Even More Than The Evening Before,

Put Your Soul In The Palm Of My Hand For Me To Look At, Like A Crystal Jewel. I'll Sketch It In Words.

People Have Separated From Each Other With Walls Of Concrete That Blocked The Roads To Connection And Love. And Nature Has Been Defeated In The Name Of Development.

The Woman Was Silent, Her Eyes On The Floor. Shimamura Had Come To A Point Where He Knew He Was Only Parading His Masculine Shamelessness, And Yet It Seemed Likely Enough That The Woman Was Familiar With The Failing And Need Not Be Shocked By It. He Looked At Her. Perhaps It Was The Rich Lashes Of The Downcast Eyes That Made Her Face Seem Warm And Sensuous. She Shook Her Head Very Slightly, And Again A Faint Blush Spread Over Her Face.

From The Way Of Go The Beauty Of Japan And The Orient Had Fled. Everything Had Become Science And Regulation.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.