Brrm! Brrm!
Though he was going to be a writer, the kind of writing he was going to do was traditional. While at Tokyo University he had published some short stories in a prominent magazine and on the strength of this auspicious debut he had been pleasingly identified as one who wished to restore the limpid values of Kawabata. Suzuki has not thought of it precisely that way before. The minute he heard it said, he decided it had always been true. Certainly when he looked back to the famous split between Kawabata and Riichi, Suzuki was on the side of that old delicacy and poise recalling the courtly tradition of the heian era. He found the school of the New Sensibility aesthetically offensive.
And then:
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