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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: All folk in Horai love and trust each other, as if all were members of a
single household;-- and the speech of the women is like birdsong, because
the hearts of them are light as the souls of birds;-- and the swaying of
the sleeves of the maidens at play seems a flutter of wide, soft wings. In
Horai nothing is hidden but grief, because there is no reason for shame;--
and nothing is locked away, because there could not be any theft;-- and by
night as well as by day all doors remain unbarred, because there is no
reason for fear. And because the people are fairies -- though mortal -- all
things in Horai, except the Palace of the Dragon-King, are small and quaint
and queer;-- and these fairy-folk do really eat their rice out of very,
very small bowls, and drink their wine out of very, very small cups...
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