My Crotch Smells Like Hair Dye

Waldganger The myth of the impossible: he who gives to the bush

The question that haunts me is if I kept what I promised.
With my rejection and my criticism I have no doubt promised qualcosa.Non are a politician, and keep your word does not mean for me to get some real advantages, yet they are haunted by the feeling of night and day still have not kept a promise more necessary and important than politicians.
At times I am tempted to sacrifice even the literature in order to keep that promise.
Maybe it is a reflection of "male pride", but there is no doubt that having lived quietly in these twenty-five years of democracy, drawing benefits in spite of my disapproval, hurts my soul a long time.

Mishima Yukio