Translated Excerpt from Chapter 7 of The Music

At one point, while we were making love, I thought I heard the slight scratching of a sapphire on the last furrow of a record that continues to spin indefinitely once the music is over. The furrow described an endless trajectory, a sizzle that did not stop, and when my ear captured it, I had the impression that it was the only sound to continue into eternity. That meant that the music of this record had stopped in a past so long ago that my memory could not go back to that point. It had been a long time since the music was dead.

–Yukio Mishima