“At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.”
Arthur Golden (1956) American novelist
“And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.”
— Arthur Golden, book Memoirs of a Geisha
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