2019年6月19日
A Dosage of Medicine(11) by Akihisa Ogino, translated by J.Kageyama
“Just think?"
"Close your eyes and think with all your soul.”
“You mean, like fantasy or imagination?”
"Oh, no! That’s a piece of coal! It must’ve been hot! Are you burned?" I started to think whether the blissful facial expressions of the Renaissance paintings were the same as those of sexual pleasure. "Well, you’re quite a master of imagination. You shouldn’t stay a farmer. You have a great imagination."
“Is it wrong to fantasize like that?”
“It’s not that it’s wrong, but fantasizing about the body of your daughter—in—law? When fantasies go too far---“
"Doctor, do you mean to say that if I gaze at your framed painting---that one---and I go home and fantasize about the color of th of the clouds, the valleys and mountains, the sound of that stream running---. It's wrong to imagine those things and enjoy them? Because that’s your painting? I'm not allowed to imagine it and think it’s beautiful? If, passing by, I hear the sound of a koto, I can I can’t imagine beautiful fingers?”