17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.
It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.
- Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight … - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight …
Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.
I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves.
..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.
I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter
A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than … - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than …
Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an … - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an …
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefes… - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefes…
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