Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of

Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness.

For I Do Not Want Any One To Read My Book Carelessly. I Have Suffered Too Much Grief In Setting Down These Memories. Six Years Have Already Passed Since My Friend Went Away From Me, With His Sheep. If I Try To Describe Him Here, It Is To Make Sure That I Shall Not Forget Him. To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown-ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.

The Soldier's Body Becomes A Stock Of Accessories That Are Not His Property.

I Was Wrong To Grow Older. Pity. I Was So Happy As A Child.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.