I returned a little later than usual. On top of the writing pad on my desk was something that looked like a letter. With heart throbbing as I flipped the switch on the lamp, I found it was from Chieko Tachibana in Sapporo! I had yet to send a reply ...
In the corridor Otsune was talking to someone. I had not heard the voice of the other party before. It was a thin voice, a naive voice. It sounded like another new maid had come. All this happened at about seven o'clock. That was the first thing I was ...
A card came from Setsuko. Again Kyōko hadn't felt well, so my wife had taken her to the doctor and found once again it was her stomach and intestines. To make matters worse, the doctor called it chronic. Setsuko felt uneasy because I wasn't there. She writes that ...
Does my need for Setsuko come merely from sexual appetite? No! Never!
My love for her has sobered. That's a fact, a deplorable but inevitable fact.
But love is not all one's life. It's part of it. Love is a pastime. It's like singing. There are ...
Fine weather. I decided to send in a sick-report to Mr. Satō and take today and tomorrow off. Last night Kindaichi returned the two yen I had lent him the other day, so I wasn't hard up for cigarettes today. I began writing my story. I called it"Magnolia ...
I had felt, "A wasted day!" Somehow, though, I was afraid to continue with that line of thought. The top of my desk was a mess. Since I had no books to read, the only task at present was to write some letters to my mother and others, but I ...
The desire to go where no human being exists has tempted me quite often of late. For a week, for ten days, for even a day, even half a day, it would be superb to lie down just by myself in a place where there are no people, where at ...
As I was glancing at Chieko-san's postcard, which hadn't moved me in the least when it had arrived the day before yesterday, I felt an uncontrollable yearning for her. And I thought, "If only I could meet her just once before she becomes someone's wife!"
Chieko-san. What ...
Okiyo had come to work at our boardinghouse at the end of February. She's fattish in a sensual way, has a healthy complexion, and reveals something impudent and unyielding in her slightly squarish, thick-eyebrowed face. They say she's twenty years old. At any rate, it seems that when ...
A postcard from Chieko Tachibana in Sapporo telling me she was cured and checked out of the hospital last month on the twenty-sixth.
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