COD Available. Description Product Details Overview of Thirst for Love Vintage Classics Book After the early death of her philandering husband, Etsuko moves into her father-in-law's house, where she numbly submits to the old man's advances. Table of Contents,Index,Syllabus,summary and image of Thirst for Love Vintage Classics book may be of a different edition or of the same title.
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Price can change due to reprinting, price change by publisher or sourcing cost change for imported books. Brand Vintage Classics. Condition New product. After the early death of her philandering husband, Etsuko moves into her father-in-law's house, where she numbly submits to the old man's advances. But soon she finds herself in love with the young servant Saburo. Tormented by his indifference, yet invigorated by her desire, she makes her move, with catastrophic consequences.
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Yukio Mishima was born into a samurai family and imbued with the code of complete control over mind and body, and loyalty to the Emperor - the same code that produced the austerity and self-sacrifice of Zen. He wrote countless stories and thirty-three plays, in some of which he performed.
The Sea of Fertility tetralogy, however, is his masterpiece. After Mishima conceived the idea of The Sea of Fertility in , he frequently said he would die when it was completed.
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On 25 November , the day he completed The Decay of the Angel, the last novel of the cycle, Mishima committed seppuku ritual suicide at the age of forty-five. Convert currency. Add to Basket. Book Description Paperback.
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The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps; no one can stop the river of the dawn. No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky.
The sky folds its wings over you, lifting you, carrying you to my arms with its punctual, mysterious courtesy. That is why I sing to the day and to the moon, to the sea, to time, to all the planets, to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my face. So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, Still fragrant with ruby wine, And say with a fervor born of the South That your body and soul are mine. I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.
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Oh plunge me deep in love - put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind. I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved?
Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. I love you more than a duck can swim, And more than a grapefruit squirts, I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore, And more than a toothache hurts.