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- “Extraordinary beans you’ve got here. Come
- have a look.”
- Horiki’s voice and color had changed. Just a
- minute before he had staggered off downstairs, and
- here he was back again, before I knew it.
- ‘‘What is it?”
- A strange excitement ran through me. The two of
- us went down from the roof to the second floor and
- were half-way down the stairs to my room on the
- ground floor when Horiki stopped me and whispered,
- “Look!” He pointed.
- A small window opened over my room, through
- which I could sec the interior. The light was lit and
- two animals were visible.
- My eyes swam, but I murmured to myself tlirough
- my violent breathing, “This is just another aspect of
- the behavior of human beings. There’s nothing to be
- surprised at.” I stood petrified on the staircase, not
- even thinking to help Yoshiko.
- Horiki noisily cleared his throat. I ran back up
- to the roof to escape and collapsed there. The feelings
- which assailed me as 1 looked up at the summer night
- sky heavy with rain were not of fury or hatred, nor
- even of sadness. They were of overpowering fear, not
- the terror the sight of ghosts in a graveyard might
- arouse, but rather a fierce ancestral dread that could
- not be expressed in four or five words, something per-
- haps like encountering in the sacred grove of a Shinto
- shrine the white-clothed body of the god. My hair
- turned prematurely grey from that night. I had now
- lost all confidence in myself, doubted all men im-
- measurably, and abandoned all hopes for the things
- of this world, all joy, all sympathy, eternally. This
- was truly the decisive incident of my life. I had been
- split through the forehead between the eyebrows, a
- wound that was to throb with pain whenever I came in
- contact with a human being.
- “I sympathize, but I hope it’s taught you a lesson.
- I won’t be coming back. This place is a perfect hell
- . . . But you should forgive Yoshiko. After all, you’re
- not much of a prize yourself. So long.” Horiki was
- not stupid enough to linger in an embarrassing situa-
- tion.
- I got up and poured myself a glass of gin. I wept
- bitterly, crying aloud. I could have wept on and on,
- interminably.
- Without my realizing it, Yoshiko was standing
- haplessly behind me bearing a platter with a moun-
- tain of beans on it. “He told me he wouldn’t do any-
- thing . . .”
- “It’s all right. Don’t say anything. You didn’t
- know enough to distrust others. Sit down. Let’s eat
- the beans.”
- We sat down side by side and ate the beans. Is
- trustfulness a sin, I wonder? The man was an illiterate
- shopkeeper, an undersized runt of about thirty, who
- used to ask me to draw cartoons for him, and then
- would make a great ado over the trifling sums of
- money he paid for them.
- The shopkeeper, not surprisingly, did not come
- again. I felt less hatred for him than I did for Horiki.
- Why, when he first discovered them together had he
- not cleared his throat then, instead of returning to
- the roof to inform me? On nights when I could not
- sleep hatred and loathing for him gathered inside me
- until I groaned under the pressure.
- I neither forgave nor refused to forgive her.
- Yoshiko was a genius at trusting people. She didnH
- know how to suspect anyone. But the misery it caused.
- God, I ask you. Is trustfulness a sin?
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