I don’t look at a man and think: man.
Nor, for that matter,
Do I think him ox or pig.
He is I. And as meaningless.
Shinkichi Takahashi
tr. Lucien Stryk
tr. Lucien Stryk
I don’t look at a man and think: man.
Nor, for that matter,
Do I think him ox or pig.
He is I. And as meaningless.