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“I am sure that the reason why I wept and stormed as if I had gone off my head was that the combination of physical exhaustion and my unhappiness had made me hate and resent everything.”

Quote by Osamu Dazai

Work

The Setting Sun

This book delves into the metaphorical and literal meanings of the setting sun, examining the transition from one phase to another in various contexts, such as personal growth, societal change, and the natural cycle of life. more

Author

Osamu Dazai
Osamu Dazai

Osamu Dazai was a renowned Japanese author born on June 19, 1909, in Takamatsu, Shikoku, Japan. His works are known for their profound social criticism and unique literary style, with notable titles including 'The Buried Alive' and 'Fostering'. Dazai passed away on June 13, 1948. more

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