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“What he was experiencing now was genuine emotion. When he compared this to the various sentiments of love that had once occupied his imagination, he knew that this was something crude and blunt, violent and sinister, an emotion that was altogether far removed from elegance.
It was hardly the stuff that poems are made of. For the first time in his life, he accepted raw ugliness as indeed being part of him.”

Like pure water spurting from a cleft in a rock, words came out of this young man's mouth as the most natural and spontaneous he would ever utter: "However that may be, Satoko is mine."

“When he had stood watching Kiyoaki take
Satoko by the hand and run down through the shadows of the moonlit garden to the beach, he had felt that he too was sinning by helping them.
But if it was sin, it was also indescribably beautiful; a recurrent image of loveliness running away from him and disappearing.”

"And just as in the old wars, there will be casualties in the war of emotion, I think. It's the fate of our age, and you're one of our representatives. So what about it then? You're fully resolved to die in this new war, am I right?”Kiyoaki's only answer was a flickering smile.