Saint of Mt. Koya
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I had been on the train taking the main trunk line along the coast, and I remember he boarded my car when we stopped at Kakegawa. From the beginning I could detect in him all the signs of one who is aloof from the concerns of the world. He took a seat in the corner of the coach and kept his head bowed. He was in no way conspicuous. Indeed, his eyes, when I noticed them, showed no hint of human passion, but were like cold ashes. I paid no attention to him at the time.

Reaching Nagoya all the other passengers, like lemmings driven by some inexplicable and irresistible urge, got off the train, leaving only the venerable old priest and myself to share the coach.


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