To Kiyomori each stall, each soul here seemed borne under by the crushing weight of the world; everyone here was a pitiful weed, trodden underfoot -- a conglomeration of human lives putting down roots in this slime, living and letting live in the struggle to survive; and he was stirred by the fearful and magnificent courage communicated by the scene.
Eiji YoshikawaThe bitter winds in February were sometimes called the First East Winds, but the longing for spring somehow made them seem more piercing.
Eiji Yoshikawa