A Child Walked By, Rolling A Metal

The Labor Into Which A Heart Has Poured Its Whole Love--where Will It Have Its Say, To Excite And Inspire, And When?

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

In The Depths Of The Mirror The Evening Landscape Moved By, The Mirror And The Reflected Figures Like Motion Pictures Superimposed One On The Other. The Figures And The Background Were Unrelated, And Yet The Figures, Transparent And Intangible, And The Background, Dim In The Gathering Darkness, Melted Into A Sort Of Symbolic World Not Of This World. Particularly When A Light Out In The Mountains Shone In The Center Of The Girl's Face, Shimamura Felt His Chest Rise At The Inexpressible Beauty Of It.

Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And Inland The Mountains Roar – The Roaring At The Center, Like A Distant Clap Of Thunder.

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.