Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters Page #2

It seems you haven't

been going to school.

Have you been ill?

Master...

That's no way

for a Zen acolyte to behave.

Master...

Nothing's that unbearable.

You'll get over it.

No. Everything...

is p-p-powerless.

What happened?

She ran away?

It was as s-s-small as this

but grew so big.

It filled the world...

like tremendous music.

That's the p-p-power...

of beauty's eternity.

It poisons us.

It blocks out...

our lives.

Please, enough of your pride!

Beauty is like a rotten tooth.

It rubs against your tongue,

hurting,

insisting on its own importance.

Finally you go to a dentist

and have it pulled.

Then you look at the small

bloody tooth in your hand

and say,

"Is that all it was?"

That's the way it is.

Only knowledge

can turn life's unbearableness

into a weapon.

Beauty...

is now...

my enemy.

Life is b-b-bearable

only when I imagine...

the G-Golden Pavilion...

has been destroyed.

The American b-b-bombers

will come.

Then...

I'll be free.

When I was 18,

my class was assigned air-raid duty.

I wrote short stories

and poems

but dreamed only

of joining the war

and dying for the emperor.

I wanted to explode

like a rocket,

light the sky for an instant

and disappear.

I took the pen name

Yukio Mishima.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I thought you were at Lit. Club.

You kidding?

That mediocre bunch?

You should try to make

more friends, sweet.

It's not good

to be alone so much.

" This is no precocious genius.

He is not a writer.

And never will be. "

What's this?

That's a " respected" poet.

He's talking about me.

Don't show it to anyone else.

They might agree.

Cough.

Enough.

Do you sometimes cough blood?

Yes, sir.

How long have you had a fever?

About six months, sir.

" Unfit for military service. "

" Incipient tuberculosis. "

Get dressed and go home.

Next.

I'd always dreamed

of dying on the battlefield.

So why did I lie?

Why did I exaggerate my illness?

My words were lies.

I was a coward.

I never really wanted to die.

Did you hear?

The war is over!

B- b-but the American bombers?

Where are the bombers?

The Golden Pavilion...

who'll set it free?

Did you steal this

from the temple?

Be careful.

You acolytes are

my girls' best customers.

I wonder why

they didn't bomb Kyoto.

That was your first time?

I thought so.

Don't worry.

You did fine.

Are you always so serious?

Didn't you enjoy it?

I hope you remember my name.

In a day or two

I'm going to be famous.

What's so funny?

You're such a terrible liar!

And you keep

such a straight face!

It's no lie!

I'll make headlines.

You're too much.

1- Art

Good morning.

It's a nice day.

Good morning, sensei.

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