I am a fan of Mishima’s novels. Sometimes I just have to shake my head and laugh. Only he could say such things.

“Covered by a slightly faded green plaid skirt, her bottom in the winter sunlight seemed crammed with the very essence of life, as voluptuous as any painted by Renoir. She exuded the kind of glossy freshness one might find in a brand new tube of toothpaste just taken from its box, with its promise of a crisp morning.”

-Life For Sale by Yukio Mishima