She sat there, motionless, and watched him perform seppuku. Rather than cutting off his head to finish off the ritual, she unbuttoned the collar of his uniform, allowing him to stab himself straight through his neck with his sword.
She freshened her makeup and, wiping the blood off his lips, gave her husband one last kiss. Sitting in a pool of his blood, she took a seat on the mat beside him. She took out her knife and thrust it deep into her neck.
The last thing she thought about before killing herself was the ultimate joy she felt, knowing that she was about to experience that which her husband had moments before.
Yukio Mishima's Patriotism....my class absolutely hated it. Too much violence. Too much gore. Too much sex. Too much like pornography.
I loved it.
A story of love and death to the extreme. I want to live, love, and die...to the extreme. I want to love completely, with my whole being, like Reiko and the lieutenant. To be able to sacrifice myself for love, for his honor. My whole purpose in life being for him...and him only.
Is it too much to want to live like that? To want to love like that? To give myself completely to someone? To devote my entire life to his happiness?
No one lives like that anymore. They should.
I would.
I will live....
love....
die....
Intensely.