“But I watched the monk and listened to his playing. The narrow yet busy street with its ramshackle dwellings had little in common with the monk and the lute, but somewhere, I felt there was a deep understanding between them. The lute’s sobbing tones drifted between the rows of houses on either side, mingling with the bold cries of peddlers and the ringing of an anvil nearby. When I heard the music, flowing like a current of springwater through a murky pond, I felt as though the heartstrings of all these, happy, excited people on the street were playing a tune of nature. The monk, then, is one of my ‘unforgettable people’.”
Doppo Kunikida, “Unforgettable People”
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