Yukio Mishima

knows but what those fits of depression she continued having until her death were a memento of vices in which my grandfather had indulged in his prime?

had a presentiment then that there is in this world a kind of desire like stinging pain. Looking up at that dirty youth, I was choked by desire, thinking, "I want to change into him," thinking, "I want to be him." I can remember clearly that my desire had two focal points. The first was his dark-blue "thigh-pullers," the other his occupation

other children, as soon as they attain the faculty of memory, want to become generals, I became possessed with the ambition to become a night-soil man.