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Here Terukichi raised his voice emphatically. “The only thing that really counts in a man is his get-up-and-go. If he’s got get-up-and-go he’s a real man, and those are the kind of men we need here on Uta-jima. Family and money are all secondary. Don’t you think so, Mistress Lighthouse-Keeper? And that’s what he’s got—Shinji—get-up-and-go.”

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his aged nudity was a marvel to behold. His gold-and-copper-colored limbs showed no sign of slackness, and above his piercing eyes and stubborn forehead his white hair bristled wildly like the mane of a lion.

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an old man who, while still living, could act like a bronze statue erected to his own memory—and without appearing ridiculous.

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It might be better to say that Terukichi was the personification of all Uta- jima’s toil and determination and ambition and strength.

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“Terukichi Miyata, the wealthy owner of two coasting freighters chartered to Yamagawa Transport [...] whose white hair would wave like lion whiskers in anger. “