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“Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her.
She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.”
— Oct 14, 2026 11:18AM
She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.”
Connie
is 93% done
‘But when you see the bowl, you forget the defects of the old owner. Father’s life was only a very small part of the life of a tea bowl.’
‘Death, waiting at your feet. I’m frightened. I’ve tried so many things. I’ve tried thinking that with death itself at my feet I can’t be forever held by Mother’s death.’
‘When you’re held by the dead, you begin to feel that you aren’t in this world yourself.’
— Oct 14, 2026 11:16AM
‘Death, waiting at your feet. I’m frightened. I’ve tried so many things. I’ve tried thinking that with death itself at my feet I can’t be forever held by Mother’s death.’
‘When you’re held by the dead, you begin to feel that you aren’t in this world yourself.’
Connie
is 86% done
‘If it was guilt,’ she continued, ‘it may never go away. But sorrow will.’
‘When you talk about darkness, aren’t you making your mother’s death darker than you need to?’
‘I should have said the degree of sorrow.’
‘The degree of sorrow.’
‘Is the degree of love,’ he wanted to add; but he stopped himself.
— Oct 14, 2026 11:13AM
‘When you talk about darkness, aren’t you making your mother’s death darker than you need to?’
‘I should have said the degree of sorrow.’
‘The degree of sorrow.’
‘Is the degree of love,’ he wanted to add; but he stopped himself.
Connie
is 85% done
‘Mother and I suffered together, and with the suffering still here… Mother and I both presume a great deal on people, but we expect them to understand us. Is that impossible? Are we seeing our reflections in our own hearts?’
— Oct 14, 2026 11:11AM
Connie
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“He looked out toward the cottage. In front of it there was a large oleander, heavy with blossoms, a vague white blue. For the rest, the night was so dark that he had trouble following the line between trees and sky.”
— Oct 14, 2026 11:07AM
Connie
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“Even while she was annoying him, she rarely said things that startled by their incongruity. Everything went with the self-loathing that had become a part of Kikuji’s nature.”
— Oct 14, 2026 11:06AM
Connie
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'Fireflies? At this time of the year?' She thrust her head forward. 'It's almost fall. There are still fireflies, are there? Like ghosts.’
— Oct 14, 2026 11:03AM
A jar that had been Mrs Ota's was now being used by Chikako. After Mrs Ota's death, it had passed to her daughter, and from Fumiko it had come to Kikuji.
It had had a strange career. But perhaps the strangeness was natural to tea vessels.
In the three or four hundred years before it became the property of Mrs Ota, it had passed through the hands of people with what strange careers?”