Recently I read Susan Sontag's WHERE THE STRESS FALLS, 2001. The impression is a little different with the other books.
I was never a good reader of her, but her existence was always seemed to be strong and really had glittered.
The time was Sixties that contained many historical things in it.
Now I am enough old for remembering the time.
She wrote a fine essay on the time, Thirty Years Later ... , 1996.
The pages of every essay are rather short but sufficient to describe the time that was infinite and endless.
Her life was able to be said shiny, while my Sixties was always under the tiny dim light.
At the very place where I was, the long perspective view, could not be seen. I never thought on the rational things as I was very coward and was fluttered even at the very tiny event of the time. I was infirm and timidity.
What I could do at that time was only reading or turning pages of the text books of some foreign languages.
How little and shallow heart I had, pitiable and poor existence. Probably till now.
I was never a good reader of her, but her existence was always seemed to be strong and really had glittered.
The time was Sixties that contained many historical things in it.
Now I am enough old for remembering the time.
She wrote a fine essay on the time, Thirty Years Later ... , 1996.
The pages of every essay are rather short but sufficient to describe the time that was infinite and endless.
Her life was able to be said shiny, while my Sixties was always under the tiny dim light.
At the very place where I was, the long perspective view, could not be seen. I never thought on the rational things as I was very coward and was fluttered even at the very tiny event of the time. I was infirm and timidity.
What I could do at that time was only reading or turning pages of the text books of some foreign languages.
How little and shallow heart I had, pitiable and poor existence. Probably till now.
Tokyo
27 September 2012
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