Sad Toys

A card came from Setsuko. Again Kyōko hadn't felt well, so my wife had taken her to the doctor and found once again it was her stomach and intestines. To make matters worse, the doctor called it chronic. Setsuko felt uneasy because I wasn't there. She writes that ...

Does my need for Setsuko come merely from sexual appetite? No! Never!
My love for her has sobered. That's a fact, a deplorable but inevitable fact.
But love is not all one's life. It's part of it. Love is a pastime. It's like singing. There are ...

Fine weather. I decided to send in a sick-report to Mr. Satō and take today and tomorrow off. Last night Kindaichi returned the two yen I had lent him the other day, so I wasn't hard up for cigarettes today. I began writing my story. I called it"Magnolia ...

I had felt, "A wasted day!" Somehow, though, I was afraid to continue with that line of thought. The top of my desk was a mess. Since I had no books to read, the only task at present was to write some letters to my mother and others, but I ...