This is the 4th in the Nicholas Linnear/NINJA book series. The Kaisho is the legendary boss of bosses of the Japanese underworld. It kept me on edge, but I can’t deny that I was bored in parts, too. I still love the series and look forward to finishing up the last two books in his thrilling series. Eric (the author) has a great way with profound words. What an excellent writer! Here are the lines that captured me in this book:
“We all have our ways of rationalizing what we do...”
“In the end, we’re all animals. We’ve got to get dirty sometime.”
Kaisho meant ‘The Mysterious Commander’.
It may be unfortunate, but one cannot live one’s life as a saint; one must often times make compromises, painful and questionable though they may be.
All chickens eventually come home to roost. *
Politicians were like dogs. They liked best to lie down with their own breed.
“You’d be astounded at the advances in electronic surveillance since you left the force.”
“I fancy your humor. Dry and distinct, like a fine wine.”
His blood had begun to sing. It felt good to have a purpose again, to be caught up in mystery and intrigue, to have a murder to solve.
There was a devious streak to him. This somewhat dubious talent was necessary in order to be successful in Southeast Asia.
“The end of October, the beginning of November is All Hallow’s Eve, the one night, when masks once again become the norm. The masks protect us, as they once did our ancestors.”
“As a matter of fact, I make it a habit never to expect anything. It makes for clear thought and pure reaction.”
“You must understand something of the changing nature of the world I have inhabited for all my life. The world is our oyster.”
“You and I must struggle toward our own understanding. Only from that can we expect a connection to evolve...an alliance.”
He hated the Communists as much as he hated the French and the Americans—more, even, because Communists were his own people, and they should know better than to turn on their own.
He had learned the only lesson worth remembering in Asia: That it wasn’t money one sought in life; it was power.
“Harden your heart until it is like unto a stone in your breast, for your path is as treacherous as it is arduous.”
He had a way of speaking that was almost hypnotic, as if by this voice alone he could conjure magic out of the very atmosphere.
Listen to NESSUN DORMA, the opera song.
“Your body will possess remarkable recuperative and regenerative capabilities.”
“I will be close to immortality.”
“In the end, that will be for you to determine.”
“He possesses KORYOKU, the illuminating power. Over ninety and with the strength and will of a fifty-year-old.”
“I often find myself homesick for the town where I was born. The feeling is natural.”
“I know where we are—the center point of the universe; the place where heaven and earth meet. Here time flows in all directions at once.” *
“You know the odds are that this mission is no longer what it once was.
“It’s occurred to me that it never was what it was supposed to be.”
‘The truth about a man lies first and foremost in what he hides.’ --Andre Malraux
Whoever believes in his own fate? What had happened was meant to happen.
Tension, he had invariably found, was a fecund medium for inadvertent revelation.
He knew from experience that love was not so ephemeral a thing as most people supposed. The areola of love was like the kiss of an angel, invisible in itself, yet discernible by the intimations of its eminence.
Washington DC was shark city, where even people who purported to be your friends would turn on you at the first sign of political pressure.
When the POTUS-President of the United States sends out EYES ONLY material, he expects it to be read. Immediately.
“We all need comfort, now and again.”
“But in the past are hidden all our sins. And our sins are what, in the end, lead to our undoing.”
“We Venetians have a saying: When history is inadequate, myth will do.”
They walked toward the PLACE DES VOSGES, the most famous spot in the area.
“Today is not the same as yesterday.”
He sought PRANA, the slow, cleansing inhalation and exhalation that brought oxygen all the way to the bottom of the lungs.
“The management of power, there’s the riddle that has baffled mankind thought the ages, eh?”
He thought it interesting that Americans had such a strict taboo against sexual liaisons between men; in Japan, it had been an accepted part of life for centuries.
“He chose his own path, no one pushed him.”
“Madness is born of the meditation on revenge. It will do you good to remember that.”
“They were the kind of friends who, though not having seen each other for long periods of time, could pick up their conversation as if the intervening years had never passed. People like that were rare in life.”
It was all too easy for men to confuse LOVE with LUST at the outset of an affair, to convince themselves they felt something in their heart, when the stirring occurred quite a bit lower.”
“As to his sexual peccadilloes, he couldn’t help himself. Who among us can?”
“You must understand that in every culture of the world flight is one of the greatest of shamanic powers. The bird is a symbol—not only of flight---but of the transformation of man into God.”
What good was a mask unless it changed you?
“LOVE is all around you.”
There is always in the human heart the hope for transformation.
“Isn’t it curious how blind one becomes when one cries.”
“I’m tired. I never realized before how power could exhaust you.”
His intelligence made for a restless soul. And I, personally, can never fully trust restless souls.
TIME is somehow akin to the ocean. There are tides, currents, eddies which at certain nexus points overlap, creating a kind of whirlpool of events that repeat like ripples until, having spread sufficiently outward, are spent upon a rocky shore.
Nothing was ever so cut-and-dried in LIFE; even as well as good wore many different faces.
Tomorrow it would be New Year’s Day, a time of renewal, when all things were possible.
“We all wear masks to hide what is most important to us.”
“I see only you when I look at you.”