A Memoir Provides A Record

I've Lived My Life Again Just Telling It To You.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?

If Mother And Mameha Couldn't Come To An Agreement, I Would Remain A Maid All My Life Just As Surely As A Turtle Remains A Turtle

A Wounded Tiger Is A Dangerous Beast.

Finally The Homeless Eel Marked Its Territory, I Suppose, And The Doctor Lay Heavily Upon Me, Moist With Sweat.