A voice so beautiful it was almost lonely, calling out as if to someone who could not hear, on ship far away. - Yasunari Kawabata

Era el cuerpo de mujer que invitaba al hombre a los círculos inferiores del infierno.

إلا أنني كنتُ في المدى الطويل ،لوحاً زجاجياً وحيداً ،كتلة زجاجية وحيدة
هل هناك شخص واحد من بيننا لا يحس بالزجاج على كاهله
؟

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.