No Longer Human ( PDFDrive )

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1 started, "I've been thinking I'd like to enter
a real art school . . ."
"Don't be silly. They're useless. Schools are all
useless. The teachers who immerse themselves in
Nature! The teachers who show profound sympathy
for Nature!"
I felt not the least respect for his opinions. I was
thinking, "He's a fool and his paintings are rubbish,
but he might be a good person for me to go out with."
For the first time in my life I had met a genuine city
good-for-nothing. No less than myself, though in a
different way, he was entirely removed from the activities
of the human beings of the world. We were of
one species if only in that we were both disoriented.
At the same time there was a basic difference in us:
he operated without being conscious of his farcicality
or, for that matter, without giving any recognition to
the misery of that farcicality.
I despised him as one fit only for amusement, a
man with whom I associated for that sole purpose. At
times I even felt ashamed of our friendship. But in
the end, as the result of going out with him, even
Horiki proved too strong for me.
At first, however, I was convinced that Horiki
was a nice fellow, an unusually nice fellow, and despite
my habitual dread of human beings I relaxed my
guard to the extent of thinking that I had found a