Snow+Country+308 - Shimamura, it goes without saying, is...

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Shimamura, it goes without saying, is not myself. He is, in short, no more than an instrument to bring Komako into relief. That is the failure of the work, or perhaps accounts for its success. The author entered deeply into the character of Komako, but only superficially into Shimamura's, turning his back on that character.
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Why was it that Komako said not a word about that girl Yoko? And Yoko, who had taken care of the sick man on the train, quite as a mother must have when he was very young—how would she feel coming to an inn with a change of kimono for Komako, who was something, Shimamura could not know what, to the man Yoko had come home with? p. 68
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Shimamura stared at his left hand as the forefinger bent and unbent. Only this hand seemed to have a vital and immediate memory of the woman he was going to see. The more he tried to call up a clear picture of her, the more his memory failed him, the farther she faded away, leaving him nothing to catch and hold. In the midst of this uncertainty only the one hand, in particular the forefinger, even now seemed damp from her touch, seemed to be pulling him back to her from afar. Taken with the strangeness of it, he brought the hand to his face, then quickly drew a line across the misted-over window. A woman’s eye floated up before him. He almost called out in astonishment. But he had been dreaming, and when he came to himself he saw that it was only the reflection in the window of the girl opposite. Outside it was growing dark, and the lights had been turned on in the train, transforming the window into a mirror. The mirror had been clouded over with steam until he drew that line across it. The one eye by itself was strangely beautiful, but, feigning a traveler’s weariness and putting his face to the window as if to look at the scenery outside, he cleared the steam from the rest of the glass. P. 7
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Overpowered by the woman, he walked along wrapped in a soft happiness. Abruptly, at the foot of the stairs, he shoved his left fist before her eyes, with only the forefinger extended. “This remembered you best of all.” “Oh?” The woman took the finger in her hand and clung to it as though to lead him upstairs. She let go his hand as they came to the
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