The Decay of the Angel - Yukio Mishima

“Very easygoing of you. You haven’t wanted to
know?”
Tōru did not answer. Putting down her knife and
fork, Keiko pointed through the candle smoke at his
tuxedo front.
“It’s all very simple. It’s because you have three
moles on your left chest.”
Tōru was unable to hide his surprise. Keiko knew of
those three moles, the root of his pride, which through
all his life should have attracted the attention of no one
but himself. An instant later he had brought himself
under control. The surprise had come from the fact
that, by chance, the symbol of his own pride had
coincided with a symbol of something for someone
else. Though the moles may have set the something
in motion, that need not mean that he had been found
out. But Tōru had underestimated the intuitions of the
aged.
The surprise so clear on his face seemed to give
Keiko greater confidence. The words poured forth.
“See? You can’t believe it. It was all too foolish, too
nonsensical from the start. You have told yourself that
you have managed everything coolly and realistically,
but you swallowed the nonsensical premises whole.
Who would be so foolish as to want to adopt a
complete stranger on a single meeting just because