“But a fisherman in his sampan on the Inland Sea near Tsuzu, the man with whom Mr. Tanimoto’s mother-in-law and sister-in-law were living, saw the flash and heard a tremendous explosion…” (Hersey, 6)
“The Japanese wartime diet had not sustained him, and he felt the strain of being a foreigner in an increasingly xenophobic Japan; even a German, since the defeat of the Fatherland, was unpopular” (Hersey 11).
To be afraid of that which is foreign or strange “xeno” means “foreign” or “of a stranger” “phobic” means “afraid”
“Satisfied that nothing would happen, he went in and breakfasted with the other Fathers on substitute coffee and ration bread, which, under the circumstances, was especially repugnant to him” (12).
“The hospital was in horrible confusion: heavy partitions and ceilings had fallen on patients, beds had overturned, windows had blown in and cut people, blood was spattered on the walls and floors, instruments were everywhere, many of the patients were running about screaming, many more lay dead” (15)
From the mound, Mr. Tanimoto saw an astonishing panorama. Not just a patch of Koi, as he had expected, but as much of Hiroshima as he could see through the clouded air was giving off a thick, dreadful miasma (18).
Obviously she could not carry it (her sewing machine) with her, so she unthinkingly plunged her symbol of livelihood into the receptacle which for weeks had been her symbol of safety—a cement tank of water in front of her house, of the type every household had been ordered to construct against a possible fire raid (20).
“All day, people poured into Asano Park. This private estate was far enough away from the explosion so that its bamboos, pines, laurel, and maples were still alive, and the green place invited refugees…and the estate’s rock gardens, with their quiet pools and arching bridges, very Japanese…[invited victims] because of an irresistible, atavistic urge to hide under leaves” (35).
“Relatives identified most of the first day’s dead in and around the hospital. Beginning on the second day, whenever a patient appeared to be moribund, a piece of paper with his name on it was fastened to his clothing” (63).
“He had begin to think that this bag, in which he kept his valuables, had a talismanic quality, because of the way he had found it after the explosion, standing handle-side up in the doorway of his room, while the desk under which he had previously hidden it was in splinters all over the floor” (66).