The Thousand Autumns Of Jacob De Zoet: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
. . but the smells of sour tatami, greasy candles and stale smoke deny her any illusion of release. She hears the tap, tap, tap of the women's tobacco pipes. During the night, fleas or lice feasted on her neck, breast and midriff. In Nagasaki, she thinks, just two days east, the maples will still be red . . . The manju flowers pink and white, and the sanma saury fat and in season. A two-day journey, she thinks, which may as well be twenty years . . . Sister Kagero walks past the cell. Her voice stabs, 'Cold! Cold! Cold!' Orito opens her eyes and surveys the ceiling of her five-mat room. She wonders which rafter the last Newest Sister used to hang herself. The fire is dead, and the twice-filtered light has a new bluish whiteness. First snow, Orito thinks. The gorge down to Kurozane may be impassable. With her thumbnail, Orito makes a tiny nick in the wood skirting the wall. The House may own me, she thinks, but it shan't own Time. She counts the notches: one day, two days, three days . .
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