The Decay of the Angel - Yukio Mishima

family goes on telling him that he is certain to recover.
So, with the most intense earnestness, I whispered
over and over to Momoko of love, there in the
beautiful network of shadows from the winter trees.
Once we were at our ease in the coffeehouse, I told
her of Nagisa’s nature, as if I were asking her advice
and following it. I described in outline certain
stratagems likely to be effective. I of course created
my Nagisa with complete license.
Since Momoko was my fiancée and loved me,
Nagisa was not the sort of woman likely to be moved
by a plea that she give me up. Such a plea would only
arouse her contempt and lead her on to greater
unpleasantness. She was a woman who did battle
with the word “love” and sought to bring it down by
assault from the rear. She had resolved to leave her
brand on boys who would one day be good husbands
and fathers, and so to jeer from the shadows at
marriage itself. Yet she had her amiable defects. She
gave no ground in her hatred of love, but she had a
certain strange sympathy for a woman who was
struggling to make her way. I had heard her describe
several representatives of the species. The argument
most likely to move her was that she was obstructing
not love but money and security.
So what should we do?