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“I am a lonely man,' Sensei said. 'And so I am glad that you come to see me. But I am also a melancholy man, and so I asked you why you should wish to visit me so often.”

Quote by Natsume Sōseki

Book:Kokoro

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Kokoro

Written by Japanese author Junichiro Tanizaki, Kokoro delves into the complexities of the human heart and the intricacies of personal relationships. more

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Natsume Sōseki

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