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“Through his mad fancying he remembered Mokunosuke's words: "Whoever you are, you are a man after all. You are no cripple with those fine limbs." Whether he was the son of an emperor or the child of an intrigue, was he not a child of the heavens and the earth?”

Quote by Eiji Yoshikawa

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Eiji Yoshikawa
Eiji Yoshikawa

Eiji Yoshikawa was a distinguished Japanese novelist renowned for his historical novels. Born on August 11, 1892, in Tokyo, he was a prolific writer who delved into various facets of Japanese history and culture. Yoshikawa's works frequently portrayed the struggles and victories of ordinary individuals against the backdrop of significant historical events. His writing style was marked by its vivid descriptions and emotional depth, which struck a chord with a broad audience. He passed away on September 7, 1962. more

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