Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

My Tears Simply Broke Through The Fragile Wallthat Had Held Them, And With A Terrible Feeling Of Shame, I Laid My Head Upon The Table And Let Them Drain Out Of Me.

Here Again, I Saw Life In All Its Noisy Excitement Passing Me By.

As An American Man Of The 1990s Writing About A Japanese Woman Of The 1930s, I Needed To Cross Three Cultural Divides - Man To Woman, American To Japanese, And Present To Past.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

Of Course The Pace Of Change Never Slows, Even When We've Convinced Ourselves It Will.