The Diary of Lady Murasaki
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Japanese North American (General)Transcript
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as autumn advances. That's a Jimmy Kado mansion looks unalterably beautiful. Every branch on every tree by the lake and each tuft of grass on the banks of the stream takes on its own particular color, which is then intensified by the evening light. The voices and ceaseless recitation of sutras are all the more impressive as they continue throughout the night. In the slowly cooling breeze, it is difficult to distinguish them from the endless murmur of the stream. Her Majesty listens to her ladies in waiting, engaged in idle gossip. She must be in some distress but manages to hide her feelings as if nothing were amiss. Perhaps this calls for no comment, and yet it is quite extraordinary how she can cause a change of heart and someone so disenchanted with life as myself, and make me quite forget my troubles. If only I had sought solace for my unhappiness by taking service with her much earlier. It is still the depth of the night. The moon has clouded over, darkening the shadows under the trees. They're come voices. Can we open the shutters, but the servants will not be ready yet attendant, open up than the bell for the dawn watch suddenly wakes everyone up, and the ritual of the five great Mystic Kings begins the voice of each priest. As he tries to best, his neighbor can be heard near and far solemn and all inspiring. Then the ritual is over. The archbishop of the Cannon leads 20 ankle it's and procession from the East Wing over to the main building to cast magic spells as they crossed the bridge. There, Thundering Feet sounds strange and unfamiliar when the abbot of the whole sociology and the bishop of the Joe Doje returned to their lodgings in the stable lodge in the library, both accompanied by reading news dressed in priestly robes, I follow them in my mind's eye as they pass over the magnificent Chinese bridges and disappear into the trees. Perceptive psyche remains prostrate before the statue of diet talk deep in prayer as the maids and servants all a symbol, dawn breaks