Mangan. Fulfilment of a Vow
1969; Sophia University; Volume: 24; Issue: 1/2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.2307/2383768
ISSN1880-1390
AutoresDazai Osamu, David Brudnoy, Kazuko Shimizu,
Tópico(s)Comics and Graphic Narratives
ResumoT HIS is an incident that happened four years ago. I was spending the summer at a friend's house in Mishima, a harbor town on the Izu Peninsula, while writing a story called 'Romanesque'. One evening, I got on a bicycle after a few drinks under my belt and, while tearing up and down the streets, hurt myself. I ripped the skin of my right foot just above the ankle bone. The wound wasn't deep but, as I'd been drinking, it bled profuLsely and I ran in a panic to the doctor's. The town doctor was a 32-year-old man who looked like Saigo Takamori. He also was quite drunk; when he appeared in his examining room in just about as shaky a state of tipsiness as I was in, it struck me funny. While being treated, I broke out into a giggle. Then the doctor started to giggle too. Finally, unable to contain ourselves, the both of us were laughing heartily together. From that evening on, we became close friends. The doctor liked philosophy more than literature. I enjoyed talking about that too, so our talk was lively. The doctor's view of the world could probably be described as a primitive dualism: he saw the world totally in terms of a battle between good and evil, and he expressed his view well. In my heart I very much wanted to believe in just the one god Love, but still, as I listened to the doctor's theory about good and evil forces, I felt something cool and refreshing stir in my gloomy breast. For example, he would say by way of illustration that he, because he immediately told his wife to serve up beer when I came on my evening visits, was a zendamaj, while his wife, who smilingly proposed that this evening we should play bridge and skip the beer, was an akudama.2 And I compliantly agreed. His wife was small
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