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My dad was a musician and took it for granted that people should, like him, be able to decipher a speaker's innermost thoughts from a few hemming syllables. He is miserable, and when he gives people a clear view, people just think of him as an honest man with expressive difficulties. Well, since Dad and I are connected in this respect, we are keenly aware of each other's subtlest sense of guilt and tragedy. But we cannot have formal conversations about these. Such conversations will lead our lives and the entire West Wind Village to a state of disintegration, causing us to judge each other in the harshest terms, and ultimately inherit nothing. In fact, we despise this kind of conversation. Is it necessary to have such a serious face-to-face conversation that is exhaustive, detailed analysis, self-confession and flaunting?
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