Nature red in tooth and claw.’ Perhaps she doesn’t
Well, hey, you don’t have anything to worry about then, do you?
doesn’t always follow from good deeds, nor bad deeds result from bad, does it? Even the wise and good cannot see the end of all actions.
And you love her, yes. But not too much.
I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.
I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.
I had nothing to offer her. I was illness, instability, everything she wanted to get away from.
…real age, as I came to see from the genuine pieces that passed through my hands, was variable, crooked, capricious, singing here and sullen there, warm asymmetrical streaks on a rosewood cabinet from where a slant of sun had struck it while the other side was as dark as the day it was cut.
For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless.
A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death. p136