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Another favorite of his was 'That spoke Zaratustra' by Nietsche. 

When He read it, he would twiddle mustache in spite of himself 

by the fingers put on his upper lip and ,with eleectric gramphone

turned on, listen to Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5 

He was reminded of the first chapter of the book,which began:
"At the age of thirty, Zarathustra goes into the wilderness and
so enjoys his spirit and his solitude there that he stays for ten years.

Finally, he decides to return among people, and share with them

his over-brimming wisdom. Like the setting sun, he must descend

from the mountain and "go under." Zarathustra begins to preach,

proclaiming the overman........."

And Hagya who loved Beethoven once expressed the feeling of

the unobstructed sound of the first chaper of the piano concerto

as below:

" on listening to the sound of the first movement of it downpouring ,

I come to get heart beating and emotion enhanced enough to be 

breathless. This feeling let me shiver as if I were facing

a lion running toward me."

 And there many other phrases letting him not turn over pages,

with his eyes fixed on the page in which was written the phrases below:

"Man is a rope between beast and overman and must be overcome.

The way across is dangerous, but it must not be abandoned

for otherworldly hopes. Zarathustra urges the people to remain faithful

to this world and this life, and to feel contempt for their all-too-

human happiness, reason, virtue, justice, and pity.

All this will prepare the way for the overman,

who will be the meaning of the earth."

 

There were two more, one of which was Macbeth by Shakespeare,

and the other,  a collection of Korean-version essays by Walter Pater.

The phrase in the former he loved is this:

" Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterday have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, briel candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing."

And in an essay titled 'Aporisms of walter Pater'

his favorite was the poetic phrase below :

"Men are like leaves of trees.

If the wind of autumn lets leaves fall down to the earth,

spring gets forests again covered with new leaves"

 

In that way he had to spend days and nights,

with just a thin thread of hope that someday he might

leave hospital, sometimes envying the ones who could get better

through the surgical operation ( because it was diagnosed that

he was not the case in the point of surgery), and other times 

the ones who got their chests restored to health

only through medications and endurance.

 

That way was how he spent in the auditorium.

Anyway 4 years and more had passed since he was hospitalized

there and in it he saw 4 times ( once in a year!)  the cherry flowers

in full bloom falling like snows in large flake through the window 

of his sickroom . To use his words, he never spent a year

without seeing flowers bloom for a while and vanish in a moment. 

He spent another year seeing the sight in the same bed

through the same window. The third and the forth year

passed away ,one by one,exactly the same way.