In narrow Labera Street, just inside the city walls near the Geroro Gate, at the southern end of the city, lives the girl with whom one might at last find happiness. One can see her sometimes, reading or embroidering by herself on the second floor terrace of her home. One looks up at her when one passes, but of course one cannot linger too long –what will the passersby think? At most one can walk by a couple of times affecting the air of one who is slightly lost. And perhaps one is at that. Of course, she is far too young for one, not to mention far too beautiful, one doesn’t have a chance, really… and yet, theoretically speaking, it is not strictly beyond the realm of … one cannot pronounce it categorically impossible that she could… And that razor-thin sliver of hypothetical possibility is enough to drive one half crazy.
If she would at least look up from her book or her embroidery for a moment, maybe if one could just catch her eye, then… but doesn’t it show such a lack of curiosity on her part, such self-absorption, really, never even to look up every so often? She should pay attention to the world around her once in a while! Has she no interest whatsoever in her fellow creatures? Her and her stupid scarf! Really, who does she think she is? And meanwhile, every time one walks by and sees her, all the suffering it causes -Not that she cares! How one hates her.
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