They say that it’s hard for men to agree. You’d be surprised how easy it is—when both parties hold as their moral absolute that neither exists for the sake of the other and that reason is their only means of trade.

Many farcical, illogical, incomprehensible transactions are subsumed by the mania of lust.

All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

Written By Arthur Golden

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