He also showed his ability to get to his destination in the shortest amount of time by avoiding expensive taxi rides and instead using trains, buses, and pompom steam to get there in the shortest amount of time.
On his way home in the morning from a whore’s place, he taught us that it was cheap but luxurious to stop by a restaurant for a morning bath and a light drink of yudofu (boiled bean curd). He also assured me that there was nothing better than electric blanc for getting drunk quickly, and in any case, he never once made me feel uneasy or afraid when it came to the bill.

What saved me from having to deal with Horiki was the fact that he ignored his listeners' intentions and continued to talk nonsense at all hours (or perhaps passion means ignoring the other person’s position), and never had any fear of falling into awkward silence when we walked together. I felt no fear at all. I, who was always so heavy-spoken, had always been so wary of the terrible silence that might appear when I came into contact with others, that I had made a desperate attempt to make a fool of myself by saying that this was the first step. All I had to do was just listen and laugh, saying, “No way,” from time to time. 　I soon came to realize that alcohol, cigarettes, whores, etc., were all good ways to drown one’s fears, even if only temporarily. I even began to feel that I would be willing to sell all of my possessions in order to find these means. 　I saw whoremongers as neither men nor women, as morons or lunatics, and I felt completely at ease in their company and was able to sleep soundly.

I saw whoremongers as neither men nor women, as morons or lunatics, and I felt completely at ease in their company and was able to sleep soundly. They were all so sadly devoid of any kind of desire. I always felt a kind of affinity with them, and they always showed me a degree of natural affection that I did not feel constrained by. I had nights when I actually saw the light of Mary’s roundness in those moron or mad whores. 　But I went there to escape the fear of mankind and to seek a night’s rest in solitude, and that is exactly what I did. 　I had been playing with other whores of the same kind as myself, and I had somehow come to have an unconscious and disturbing atmosphere around me, which I had never expected. 　This was an extra appendix, but gradually the 　I was astonished when Horiki pointed this out to me, and I felt uncomfortable. From a casual observer’s point of view, I was shocked and felt uncomfortable. 　I have already been given the scent of being a womanizer, and women (not only whores) instinctively smell it and come close to me, and I have been able to create such an obscene and disgraceful atmosphere.

I have already been given the scent of being a womanizer, and women (not only whores) instinctively smell it and come close to me, and I have been able to create such an obscene and disgraceful atmosphere. Horiki was given such an obscene and disgraceful atmosphere as an extra appendage, and it seemed to stand out more than his own rest and relaxation. 　Horiki may have been half flattered by this, but there were things that came to mind that I also found quite painful, such as the poor letter I received from the woman at the coffee shop, or the fact that the daughter of the shogun’s father who lived next door to my house in Sakuragicho would come out of her house gate every morning at the time of her own departure for school, wearing light makeup even though she did not seem to have anything to do. Whenever I went out to eat beef, even if I didn’t tell anyone, the lady’s maid would always put a cigar in the box of cigarettes that was handed to her by the girl at the tobacconist’s shop. …… I also went to see a Kabuki play and found that the person sitting next to me had a letter from a relative’s daughter in my hometown that I had never expected to receive, …… and that I had drunk myself to sleep on a streetcar late at night, …… and that I had received a thoughtful letter from the daughter of a relative in my hometown, …… and that I had never expected to receive. …… Also, a daughter whom I did not know gave me a doll which seemed to be handmade while I was away. ……As I was extremely reluctant, it was a story that never happened again, just a fragment, and no further progress was made. But I couldn’t deny that there was something about me that made women dream, and I wasn’t just making a lame joke about it. 　One day, out of his vain modernity (I can’t think of any other reason than that), Horiki took himself to a secret study group called a communist reading group (R.S., or something like that, I can’t remember for sure).

One day, out of his vain modernity (I can’t think of any other reason than that), Horiki took himself to a secret study group called a communist reading group (R.S., or something like that, I can’t remember for sure). I took myself to a secret study group called the Communist Reading Group (or R.S., I can’t remember for sure). For someone like Horiki, a secret communist meeting might have been just another one of Rei’s 　I am not sure if he was a communist reader or not. I was introduced to him by a so-called “comrade. 　I was introduced to a comrade, bought some pamphlets, and was given a lecture on Marxian economics by a young man with a hideous face in the upper room. But it seemed to me that I had it all figured out. That may be so, but there is something more incomprehensible and frightening about the human mind. I don’t know what it is, but I feel that there is something more than just economics at the bottom of the human world, and I am frightened by this ghostly story, so I am trying to make what is called “materialism” as an affirmation of nature like water flowing low. I was frightened by these ghost stories, and while I naturally affirmed the so-called materialism as if the water were flowing low, I could not, however, be freed from my fear of human beings, open my eyes to the green leaves, and feel the joy of hope. However, I attended the R.S. (I think that’s what it was called, but I could be wrong) without ever missing a single meeting, and I was very happy to see that my comrades had come together. 　I couldn’t help but find it ridiculous that my comrades were all looking stiff-faced as if it were a big deal, and indulging in the study of an almost elementary arithmetic theory like “one plus one is two,” and I tried to make them feel at home with my own antics.

I couldn’t help but find it ridiculous that my comrades were all looking stiff-faced as if it were a big deal, and indulging in the study of an almost elementary arithmetic theory like “one plus one is two,” and I tried to make them feel at home with my own antics. As a result, the tight atmosphere of the study group gradually relaxed, and I even became an indispensable and popular member of the group. These simple-minded people might have thought of themselves as simple-minded, optimistic, and silly comrades just like them. 　If they had been, I would have mocked them from top to bottom. I was not a comrade. However, I always attended the meetings without fail and served them as a clown. 　I liked it. Because I liked them. But it wasn’t necessarily a Marxist affinity. 　Illegitimacy. For me, it was ghostly fun. In fact, I was comfortable with it. I could not sit in that cold, windowless room, and even if it was a sea of illegality outside, I would rather jump into it, swim in it, and eventually die. It was easier for me to jump in, swim, and eventually die, even if it was an illegal sea outside. 　There is a word “shady.

There is a word “shady. I feel as if I have been a shady person from the time I was born. Whenever I meet someone who is so much like a shady person that the world points out that he or she is a shady person, I always feel tenderness in my heart.