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“It is so rare to find someone of true understanding; for the most part they judge purely by their own standards and ignore everyone else. So all they see of me is a façade. There are times when I am forced to sit with them and on such occasions I simply ignore their petty criticisms, not because I am particularly shy but because I consider it pointless. As a result, they now look down upon me as a dullard.”

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The Diary of Lady Murasaki

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Murasaki Shikibu
Murasaki Shikibu

The author of 'The Tale of Genji,' a renowned female novelist from the Heian period of Japan, born around 973 AD. more

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