Great writers and philosophers

Osamu Dazai was surprised when he heard that the French writer Polaris was going to hold a book signing in Yokohama. A few days ago, Ogai Mori specially asked someone to bring back a signed version of Polaris’s new work, and showed it off to him for a long time, saying that he was not interested and bored He left a lot of work to the subordinate cadres and ran back to the small clinic just to study seriously-who knew that he, a person who couldn't tell the time and wanted to die blindly, ruined his date with Mr. Polaris.

But it's useless to be strange, if you are curious, just go and have a look.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai woke up very early in the morning, and went to the street where the largest bookstore in the city center was located.

The early morning sky had a weak blue color, Osamu Dazai belatedly thought that maybe he shouldn't wear the black windbreaker, but soon, he found a reason for himself again, the weather was a bit cold, and wearing a windbreaker would be a good idea. What's wrong?

After fooling himself, Osamu Dazai was at the end of the line. He saw that the person in front of him was holding three books, all of which were early works of Polaris, and because they were early works, there were Japanese translations.There are also people like him who don't bring anything, just waiting to buy a copy after the store opens.

Osamu Dazai looks at or speaks silently or whispers to readers, it is difficult to put himself in them, but he is indeed in them.

The contradiction between body and soul became more and more obvious on this cold morning, as if it had been swollen by dew.

"Is my name weird?"

Even though he is already the king of the night in Yokohama—the leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai still finds some time to take off his black trench coat, put on a white coat, and hang out in his unlicensed black clinic, like a Wandering frustrated man.

In Dazai's impression, he rarely mentioned the Mafia in this clinic, and today is a rare occasion.

But it's not incomprehensible, after all, the rumors spreading from Leibo Street are indeed a bit scary.

The former leader of the port mafia who nominally died of illness but was actually killed by Mori Ogai wearing a white coat with a scalpel reappeared. The bloody emperor who once ruled the Yokohama night has returned from hell...?

Osamu Dazai thought it was absurd, but honestly, he didn't care.So, in order to divert his boredom, he asked Mori Ogai a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

Mori Ou flipped through his medicine cabinet and didn't look back, which is not surprising.

Osamu Dazai didn't think it was strange either, but when he went to Polaris' autograph event and said his name to ask the other party to sign it, the other party showed an extremely weird expression.

"Write whatever you want," he said at the time.

After taking back the recently unpacked "Craft of You La's Martyrdom for Love", Osamu Dazai found that Polaris had written such a line on the title page——

"Don't be Dazai, don't be anything."

It looks like the words of encouragement that often appear in chicken soup literature, such as "be the first yourself, don't be the second person". From the perspective of the situation, there is no problem, but Dazai just feels something is wrong .

He looked back subconsciously, only to see that the extremely young writer had been hidden behind the crowd and could no longer be seen.

This seemed to be a hint of fate, Osamu Dazai was rarely flustered, and left at a faster pace.

He didn't tell the story at that time to Mori Ogai who didn't go to the autograph meeting because he had something to do, and he only brought a translation of "The Research on the Death of You La" to the other party-the kind without Mr. Polaris' autograph.

But if you don't mention it, it doesn't mean you can put it aside indifferently.

At this moment, among the ancient propositions about the resurrection from the dead and the revenge of the dead, Osamu Dazai finally picked up his previous state of mind and consulted Mori Ogai to turn this place full of filth and sin into a pretentious place. A lofty literary salon.

Osamu Dazai repeated the inscription on Polaris, and then explained: "I think the name 'Osamu Dazai' may have some memory for Mr. Polaris."

Mori Ogai had already turned around, he rested his chin, looked up at the cracked ceiling, "Do you know Caesar Borgia?"

Osamu Dazai repeated in puzzlement, "Caesar Borgia?"

"Caesar Borgia. Even in the already notorious Borgia family, Caesar Borgia is a very special one. He is the illegitimate son of Pope Alexander VI, but having said that, this is probably his last An unimportant identity. Machiavelli's "The Prince" was created based on him - so you should be able to understand what kind of character he is. And the most famous catchphrase of Caesar Borgia It's 'be nothing but Caesar'."

Mori Ogai talked about this point, and Osamu Dazai almost understood it.

"Caesar" is both Caesar Borgia and Gaius Julius Caesar.

So here comes the question, who is "Dazai Osamu" both him and someone else?

If Polaris really thought of those two historical figures with the same name when writing the inscription, then who did she think of at that time, so she wrote such a sentence?

In Osamu Dazai's silence, Ogai Mori laughed, "The Japanese translation of "The Research on the Martyrdom of You La" was translated by Mr. Polaris himself. After reading the original French and the Japanese translation, claiming Polaris doesn’t understand translation at all, she translated her own work, only to create a whole new book.”

Osamu Dazai's French level is not enough to appreciate translation, but the difference between two books in different languages...he can see it to some extent.

It's better to say that something is wrong if you can't see it.

However, how can this not be understood as the intention of the author?

Mori Ogai is obviously on the side of the North Star, "Our country has the custom of 'love death'. During the shogunate period, when the shogunate issued a ban on death for love, it was called 'relative death', but the more popular term is 'heart'— —Originally it was just an oath between lovers, but gradually the meaning of this word was extended to "swear with life". Rather than saying that French is the original, I think this book was born on this land... There is no place in the world that pays more attention to the way of death than the people living in this land. Yes... people must die, the key is not how to live, but how to die... Dazai-kun, is it to your liking?"

A fifteen-year-old boy whose motto in life is "suicide with freshness and vigor" is a boy who is covered with white bandages so that people doubt whether he is covered with bruises. Responding to the words of the port mafia boss.He was just thinking about the various descriptions of the character "Golden Fish Eye" in "The Research on the Death of You La", those sentences and paragraphs, the words describing the past life and character of that person... Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that Mori Ogai was from a certain angle Even though the only thing these two have in common is that they both went to war and left the war before it was over, there is nothing more alike than these two men, both of whom have one because of experience. A typical heart through certain things.

As for what "certain things" are and what "typical" is, Osamu Dazai still can't figure it out.

A very bright young man sometimes feels ashamed. Osamu Dazai has an intuition that if he digs too much into the whole picture of Mori Ogai, then those things hidden in the black mist that have never been shown will cut him off without hesitation. hands and feet.

Then forget about it.

Osamu Dazai thought.

I am not a writer who needs to imprint the souls of others, and I have no desire to explore Mori Ogai based on compassion and kindness. Why do I do things that are not thankful, but 100% harmful to myself?

Among all the ways of death, there is no way that would make Osamu Dazai feel more shameful if he was not killed by Mori Ogai.

The literary salon with only two people is open intermittently, outside the dilapidated clinic there are people like stray dogs coming and going, the sky presents a kind of blue that lacks water, and above the distant sea level, there are layers of gorgeous red that are still waiting to talk Stacked, will pave the way for a faint dusk.

Nanaya Hotaru struggled to move the dug hydrangea to the corner, panted and asked Uchiha Itachi who put the cherry tree into the pit, "Why don't we spend some money to hire people to do these coolies?"

Uchiha Itachi raised his head and considered whether to turn another fifteen degrees, "Because our Nanaya-san said that he wanted to do it by himself, and then said that he especially wanted a room surrounded by cherry blossoms on the premise of forgetting about it. "

Qiye Ying did not admit it, "Everyone in the world knows that when a person is very concerned about his own personality, when he says 'we', he is talking about himself or the other side of 'us'."

Uchiha Itachi chose the direction, let go of his hand, turned his head, smiled, and said softly, "Are you talking about me?"

The cool wind blew on the sweaty skin, and Qiye Ying shook her goosebumps, her mouth was deflated and she turned her face away and said nothing.

"If you leave it alone for one night, you will die. There is still some time before dark, hurry up." The old god Uchiha Itachi said.

Qiye Ying pouted her mouth hard, continued to work hard with a sullen face.