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The Decay of the Angel - Yukio Mishima

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<strong>the</strong> knock, and <strong>the</strong> results would have been <strong>the</strong> same.<br />

Because you have had no destiny. <strong>The</strong> beautiful death<br />

was not for you. It was not for you to be like <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

three. <strong>The</strong> drab, dreary heir, that is <strong>the</strong> role for you. I<br />

invited you tonight to let you learn all about it.”<br />

Tōru’s hand was trembling, and his eye was on <strong>the</strong><br />

poker beside <strong>the</strong> fire. It would have been easy to<br />

reach for it, pretending to stir <strong>the</strong> fire. He would<br />

arouse no curiosity, and <strong>the</strong>n he had only to swing it.<br />

He could feel <strong>the</strong> weight <strong>of</strong> it in his hand, he could see<br />

<strong>the</strong> blood spurting over gold chair and gold doors. But<br />

he did not reach out. He was fearfully thirsty, but he<br />

did not ask for water. <strong>The</strong> anger that enflamed his<br />

cheeks seemed to him like <strong>the</strong> first passion he had<br />

known. It remained shut up within him.

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