“I did everything I could to resist the voice. But I could do nothing about the fear that gripped me tighter with each day that passed. By now, every aspect of my life in the West revolted me. I shuddered every time I had to walk past a high-rise building or get in a lift or drive in a car at high speed. The squeak of solid floorboards under my feet, the pounding of the pavements…I was sick of being boxed in by covered up walls in room with no natural wood. And the odours: the make- up, the perfume, the clothes, the food, the particular smell of the white race that seeped its way into everything. The merest whiff of it was enough to make me gag.”.
Tanizaki Jun’Ichiro, “The Story of Tomada and Matsunaga”
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