The Decay of the Angel - Yukio Mishima

would call a simulator. I doubt myself that we have to
wait a year. It does not seem to me that you are
doomed to die in six months. There is nothing
inevitable about you, not a thing a person would hate
to lose. There is in you not a thing to make a person
imagining your death feel that a shadow had come
over the world.
“You’re a mean, cunning little country boy of the sort
we see sprawled all over the place. You want to get
your hands on your father’s money, and so you
arrange to have him declared incompetent. You’re
surprised, aren’t you? I know everything. And when
you have money and power, what do you propose to
seek next? Success? Your thoughts don’t go a step
beyond those of any mediocre boy. The only way Mr.
Honda’s training has gone wrong is that it has done
nothing more than bring out your essential nature.
“There is nothing in the least special about you. I
guarantee you a long life. You have not been chosen
by the gods, you will never be at one with your acts,
you do not have in you the green light to flash like
young lightning with the speed of the gods and
destroy yourself. All you have is a certain premature
senility. Your life will be suited for coupon-clipping.
Nothing more.
“You cannot kill Mr. Honda or me. Your sort of evil is