I don't like hyperbolic expressions. It doesn't suit my temperament to make a mountain
out of a molehill. Even if it's for the effect of expression, excessive hyperbole seems to
me unnatural. Nothing is more valuable to me than the reality as it is, if plain.
I have not yet had experience enough to introduce myself, for I am still a novice. All I
have is anxiety and restlessness that every young man is supposed to have on the
point of starting a life of his own.
They often call the teens outsiders, and I had lived in that way, too. As agony and
restlessness, like reeds blowing in the wind, lasted, I had lived in the outskirts, seeing
how the wind blew.