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"Otaguro's hands were large, though emaciated, and the sharp report of their clapping was as if the palms, like hollowed, rough-hewn cedar planks, had entrapped pure atmosphere, and crushed it with an explosive burst of divinity."

Words quoted from Runaway Horses, the second book of Yukio Mishima's greatest work of art, the tetralogy The Sea of Fertility.
Yukio Mishima, the greatest writer ever, had a soul of a samurai right until his end.