To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality – wasn't an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. ‘A rich emotional life,' she'd written, ‘is a privilege reserved only for the daring few'. (Ryu Murakami)

To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality – wasn't an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. ‘A rich emotional life,' she'd written, ‘is a privilege reserved only for the daring few'.

Ryu Murakami

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