Snow Falling On Cedars
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The accused man, Kabuo Miyamoto, sat proudly up¬right with a rigid grace, his palms placed softly on the defen¬dant’s table—the posture of a man who has detached himself insofar as this is possible at his own trial.
Ishmael gave himself to the writing of it, and as he did so he understood this, too: that accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.
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