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Out of Joint
When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious.
When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler.
When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write.
When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar.
When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich.
When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type.
But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint.
© Dazai Osamu, The Setting Sun
When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler.
When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write.
When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar.
When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich.
When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type.
But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint.
© Dazai Osamu, The Setting Sun
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