I quietly filled the glass with water so as not to make a sound, then slowly unsealed the box, poured it all into my mouth at once, drank the water from the glass calmly, turned off the light, and went to bed.

For three days and nights, he slept as if he had died. The doctor considered it negligence and gave him a reprieve to report it to the police. The first thing he muttered to himself as he was awakening was, “I’m going home. I am not sure where he meant by “home,” but anyway, he said that and cried terribly. 　The fog gradually lifted, and when he looked up, he saw a flatfish sitting by his bedside, with a very unhappy look on his face. 　It was the end of the year again, and we were both so busy that our eyes were spinning, but when he does this to me, always at the end of the year, I can’t stand to lose my life. 　The one who was listening to Flounder’s story was a madam from Kyobashi. Madam 　I called myself. 　Yeah, what? 　Did you notice? 　Madam said as she put her laughing face over her own face. 　I burst into tears. 　Please let me leave Yoshiko. 　I said the words I had not expected to hear myself. 　Madame sat up and let out a faint sigh. 　Then, I made a gaffe that was hard to describe as either funny or stupid, but it was also unexpected.

Then, I made a gaffe that was hard to describe as either funny or stupid, but it was also unexpected. 　I’m going where there are no women. 　First of all, Flounder laughed out loud, then Madame started to giggle, and then I started to blush with tears in my eyes, and then I laughed too. 　Yes, that’s better! 　And Flounder, laughing slack-jawed forever. With a woman, it’s not okay. A place without women is a good idea. 　Where there are no women. However, this foolish rumor of hers was later realized in a very gruesome way. 　Yoshiko seemed to think that I had taken her place and poisoned her, and she was even more frightened of me than before, not laughing at anything I said, and unable to speak at all. So I was so annoyed that I felt like staying in my apartment that I went out and drank some cheap drinks. However, since the incident with Ziar, I had lost a lot of weight, my arms and legs felt sluggish, and I tended to slack off on my comic book work. It seemed to have come from his brothers back home. Unlike the time when I had run away from Flounder’s house, I was now able to recognize his playful gesture, albeit dimly, and so I cunningly pretended to be completely unaware of it, and mysteriously thanked Flounder for the money. I was not able to understand why the flounder and the others were so complicated, but I felt it was strange to me. I did not change my clothes into a dhotsekira, I did not bathe in hot water, I ran out and jumped into a dirty tea store, drank so much shochu that I was drenched, and returned to Tokyo with my body in a bad state. I returned to Tokyo with a very bad physical condition. 　It was the night of a heavy snowfall in Tokyo.

It was the night of a heavy snowfall in Tokyo. I drunkenly walked along the backside of Ginza, whispering and muttering, “This is my country, this is my country for hundreds of miles, hundreds of miles,” and kicking off the snow with the tips of my shoes, when suddenly I vomited. It was my first hemoptysis. A large Hinomaru flag formed on the snow. I squatted down for a while, then scooped up the snow with both hands where it was not soiled, washed my face, and cried. 　Koko is on this narrow path, isn’t she? 　How is this narrow path? 　The poor child’s singing voice was faintly heard from afar, as if in an auditory hallucination. Misfortune. It is no exaggeration to say that there are many unhappy people in this world, or perhaps only unhappy people, but their unhappiness is such that they can openly protest against the so-called world, and the world can also protest against their unhappiness. 　The world easily understands their protests and sympathizes with them. However, since my misfortune is caused entirely by my own guilt, I have nothing to protest to anyone, and if I even say a single word of protest, the whole world, not just the flounder, will be astonished at how I can talk like that, and will wonder if I am what is commonly called 　I don’t know whether I am what is commonly called selfish or, on the contrary, too weak-minded, but at any rate, I am a bundle of guilt, and I am only getting worse and worse, and there is no concrete way to prevent it.

However, since my misfortune is caused entirely by my own guilt, I have nothing to protest to anyone, and if I even say a single word of protest, the whole world, not just the flounder, will be astonished at how I can talk like that, and will wonder if I am what is commonly called 　I don’t know whether I am what is commonly called selfish or, on the contrary, too weak-minded, but at any rate, I am a bundle of guilt, and I am only getting worse and worse, and there is no concrete way to prevent it. 　I stood up and went to a nearby drugstore to get some medicine, and I met the wife of the pharmacist. However, there was neither astonishment nor disgust in her eyes, but rather, an almost longing, almost pleading for help. I thought to myself, “Oh, this person must be unhappy, too, because unhappy people are sensitive to other people’s misfortune. I suppressed my desire to run to her, and as I looked at her face, I began to cry. Tears began to well up in her large eyes as well. 　The next day, I lied that I had a cold and slept all day long.

The next day, I lied that I had a cold and slept all day long. I got up, went to the pharmacy, and this time, with a smile on my face, confessed to my wife how I had been feeling and discussed the matter with her. 　If you don’t stop drinking alcohol 　We felt as if we were flesh and blood. 　I might have become an alcoholic. I still want to drink. 　I can’t. My husband, even though he was a Thebe, said that he was going to kill germs with alcohol, so he became a drunkard and shortened his own life span. 　I can’t do it because I am anxious. I’m afraid, I’m so afraid, I can’t do it! 　I will give you some medicine. But please don’t drink. His wife (a widow with a boy, who had entered a medical school in Chiba or somewhere else and soon became ill with the same disease as his father and was on leave from school, and was hospitalized in Alexandria. He would help me to get various medicines for myself, one shelf here, one drawer there. 　This is a hematopoietic drug. 　This is an injectable solution of Vitamine.

This is an injectable solution of Vitamine. This is a syringe. 　This is a calcium tablet. Diastase to prevent gastrointestinal distress. 　What is this? She lovingly explained to me about five or six different drugs, but the love of this unfortunate wife was also too deep for me. Finally, the wife said, this is the medicine for when you really, really want to drink alcohol at any cost, and quickly wrapped a small box in paper. 　It was an injectable solution of morphine. 　I believed her, and I also had the joy of being able to get rid of the Satan of alcohol for the first time in a long time. The injections made me forget about the weakness in my body, and I was so energetic in my cartoon work that I would erupt while drawing my own cartoons. 　I would forget about my physical debilitation and get so absorbed in my cartoon work that I would gush as I drew them. 　You can’t get addicted to it, you’ll be in big trouble. 　When the apothecary’s wife told me that, I felt as if I had already become a serious addict (I am a person who easily falls for people’s suggestions.

When the apothecary’s wife told me that, I felt as if I had already become a serious addict (I am a person who easily falls for people’s suggestions. ) Because of this addiction anxiety, I began to demand more and more medicines. ) Because of this addiction anxiety, he began to seek out more and more medicines. 　Please! 　One more box. I’ll pay the bill at the end of the month. 　I don’t mind paying the bill anytime, but the police are more picky than I am. 　Ah, there’s always a hint of a murky, dark, and fishy shady person surrounding me. 　I’ll try to fake it, please, ma’am. I’ll kiss you.