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"I do not understand," said Tajima. "Perhaps then," I said, "you have not yet fully profited from his instruction". I myself did not pretend to understand Nodachi. He was a teacher, and a master. He was wedded to the sword, and it was as alive in his grip as if it were his own hand. There are men who dedicate themselves to an art, to painting, to music, to poetry. They strive for the perfections, the nuances, of shades, of colors, which only they can see, of notes which only they can hear, seeking the perfect drawing on silk, the tree that is living, the never-to-be forgotten cloud, the cascading tumble of sparkling water descending a hill, the perfect line of poetry, the beauty which perhaps only they can fully see, but for which they live. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter )