"Kensuke and his wife had, like all bored people, a sense of kindness that was close to disease."
Copyright, 1950, Yukio Mishima, Tokyo.
The Question: How did he get all that into eighteen simple words? He's just such a fucking good writer. He really is. He's a God we fail to recognise, to our great ongoing... relief. I'm sure he knew he'd never win the Nobel Prize if he said that, but he knew it to be true, so he said it.
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