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

,as said before, whose mustache stimulated him to have mustache

of his own.

For your information, the book begins at first like this:

"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 over-man........."

When he read it ,he twiddled the mustache on his upper lip

in spite of himself, In the book by Nietsche, there were many other

phrases letting him not turn over pages.Such sentences as 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 was one more he put by his pillow-side, which was

Macbeth by Shakespeare, and the other  .

The phrase in it he loved in particular 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."

 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 applicable to surgical treatment), and other times 

the ones who got their chests restored to health by medication.

That way was how he spent his time 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.

 

In the morning of his last day to stay in the sanatorium,

he filled a large bag with lots of books and LP records

which belonged to him. By his side his mother,who had come 

to help his weak son to be out of  hospital,filled another smaller bag

with several kinds of medicine he should keep up taking every day

for at least two years ahead and his other belongings. Walking out of the

corridor of the sanatorium, his mother said to him:

Why didn't you throw away the books of no use? Had I another son,

I and your father might have given you up. .