He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master's oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.
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 …
- Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
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 don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to s… - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to s…
..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 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.
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
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spra… - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spra…
Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep? - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep?
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 …
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