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A woman er the city's excrement from the millions

of people that it consumed and digested.

That was Barbara.

"The long sighs

of the violins of autumn

Hurt my heart with a languor of...

I let myself go Here, beyond...

Like the leaf which has died.

I remember

Days of once

And I weep."

Verlaine, right?

"Say, with your youth

you man that weep,

What have you done?"

Are you drunk?

You have drinks at yours, Mr.Writer?

You know who I am then?

I've read your books.

What did you think?

Not much. They're too neat.

Someone's got money, huh?

Wow, heaven!

Get off.

Your books.

How much will I get if I sold them?

Hey, that's...

I know this. A 50-year-old single malt.

Get down, you're filthy.

Oh, shut up.

Take those clothes off.

Not here. The shower's over there.

Shower?

- Wanna watch? - Just go.

The words woven by Yosuke Mikurq

Hiroyuki Yotsuyu Pure Literature Award Ceremony

- What's this? - Hey!

"...Spreading Yoko’s legs, flexible from ballet training,

he raises a mirror in front of her private parts..."

-What's this? - Give it back!

"A streak of saliva flows down her slackened jaw,

and viscous juice oozes lasciviously between her legs...

Yoko's animal instincts are about to be awakened."

This is so lame!

What the hell?

- Leave. - Piece of shit!

I'm your guest. Don't boss me around.

Your novels are boring as hell!

Get out! Leave now!

You asshole!

Shit writer! Pervert!

Animal instincts my ass!

It'll go straight to the used book store!

Toto! garbage! Open the door!

Shit writer! Asshole!

Trendy writers, for example,

When their book sales go down, they start to write easy reads or about lust.

Those novels wither and are dictated by pre-established harmony,

quickly forgotten after it's been read.

But Mr. Yotsuya's presence uncannily promises the creation

of a literary monster.

I firmly believe that

even when I die, as long as he's alive,

literature will not die.

Writers have always been professional drop-outs.

They've learnt nothing from society.

They'd wander off to foreign countries, or to jail...

Mr. Mikura, you're late.

They'd go get a glimpse of the netherworld...

I'm still too early.

- Mr. Mikura! - So honored to meet you.

I bought two copies of your new book.

It's been a while.

You're so popular.

Bunch of snobs.

And you? Why did you come?

I don't see how a trendy author could be interested in a dull award.

Oh, you two debuted in the same year. Checking on him?

I'll introduce you to my dad.

Dad, this is Mr. Mikura.

Ah, finally...

Thank you for looking after her.

- She's spoiled but good-natured. - Dad!

I understand your books are selling well.

I've been meaning to read a copy she gave me,

but with the congress stuff, I haven't had the time.

Why don't you take a seat?

-To have a long talk? - Maybe another time.

Yosuke!

Your speech?

You're Mr. Mikura, the writer?

I'm a big fan.

Oh, right...

Thank you.

When is your new book coming out?

You know...

I can't wait to read it.

Please...

hit me.

Abuse me. Please?

Nice.

Harder. Much harder.

More.

You're amazing.

You're the best... Your books too...

I love them as they're mindless reading.

Making fun of me?

It's a compliment.

Your books, they're great.

I don't need to use my brain.

I forget instantly once I close them.

Don't you worry.

You're doing the stupid readers a favor.

It's making you rich, so...

what's the problem?

Stop it...

Let go of me.

Get off, let go!

What are you doing?

I'm

C'mon, get up.

A mannequin fetish? Pervert.

You must be really frustrated, not getting enough?

Are you kidding?

I can get anyone anytime.

Which translates to you don't have anybody.

You should try to find real love.

Mind your own business.

Gimme my booze back!

You should write decent stuff.

I am.

"...Spreading Yoko’s legs, flexible from ballet training..."

Shut up!

Get your act together, you actually have talent.

Who the hell...

...are you?

Me?

I'm Barbara.

- Is that him? - Oh, yeah! He's amazing!

There is no demon as bothersome as 0 bad woman.

There is no demon as pathetic as a good woman.

Barbara, will you make me some tea?

Barbara, tea.

I'm not your maid.

It's just a cup of tea.

The water's boiled.

Was somebody here?

How's the manuscript coming along?

You're having dinner with Mr. Satomi tonight at 7. Remember?

Can't we cancel it?

Aren't you feeling well?

I'm fine.

Barbara

Mr. Mikura, I'd like to ask a special favor of you.

I'm... going to run for the governor's office next spring.

Oh...

And I'd like you to be the chairman of my support group.

I know anything about politics.

On no, it's nothing difficult.

We'd like you to give an endorsement speech or two.

Thank you.

It's empty.

Do you know Representative Hayasaka of the Ministry of Education?

He and I go way back.

I'm thinking of endorsing you for the Japan Art Academy.

Will you excuse me? I'd like to use the restroom...

The air feels nice outside.

Hey...

do you want to take a walk?

Your smell... I can't resist it...

Barbara?

What the hell!

Are you okay? I came because I was worried.

Go home. I'll clean this up.

Yosuke? Hey, what's going on? Yosuke!

The reason for Barbara's presense is now clear.

I'm exhilarated and my mind is razor sharp.

Barbara, let's go for a drink.

There's a bar I wanna go.

- Easy. - Nice place.

It'll be fun.

Let's dance.

Not me.You go ahead.

What can I get you?

A Scotch, please.

Barbara...

- Barbara, come back. - Let go.

- I'm nothing without you! - Let go!

Hands off.

Who are ya?

You're going to meet the same fate!

That girl is...

“I often have this dream,

strange and penetrating,

of a woman, unknown,

whom I love, who loves me.

Her eyes are the some

“as a statue's gaze,

And in her voice, distant, serious, mild,

The tone of deer voices,

those that were died. "

I'm gonna write about you.

- About me? -Yeah.

You'll be the heroine.

The title will be "Barbara". Good, huh?

You better pay me.

Oh, yeah...

A gift for you.

Write about me with that.

- Do you know this place? - No.

There?

I looked everywhere for you.

Look at them.

They're perfect.

Kanako was worried about you.

She thinks you changed.

A woman?

Why?

What else?

Have you ever met a muse?

A muse...

Like the inspirational goddesses?

Not the mythical ones.

A muse with a physical body and heart.

If there is a muse for you, it's Kanako.

She's loyal even to a guy like you.

For the money.

Is that how you see it?

What else?

Love.

According to Tanizaki,

“Love is the greatest form of art, created from blood and bones.“

Has Yosuke agreed to write an endorsment?

It shouldn't be a problem.

I had my daughter talk him into it.

With his name, you'll win a lot of votes.

I feel numb...

Are you ok?

What's wrong? Mr. Satomi!

Somebody, help!

Can you hear me?

Call an ambulance!

I just got a call from Shigako. Mr. Satomi collapsed.

He had a heart attack, he might not recover...

Speech for Mr. Satomi

Barbara... Satomi collapsed.

The political connection that you despised,

this pulls the plug on it.

What's this?

Barbara?

Hey, will you...

marry me?

Let's get married.

Sounds good.

Let's get married.

We should get married.

Mr. Mikura.

I've been calling you...

Your tastes have changed.

Um...

Mr.Yotsuya told me that you're seeing someone.

Not Shigako...

So who is it?

Is she giving you some trouble?

- Don't tell me you're... - Stop prying!

It's a private matter.

Even so, you're an important person in society,

you must stay out of trouble.

I want to try new things.

I want to stop writing trash.

Don't worry. Leave it.

Can you leave now?

Voodoo Dolls

Yotsuya

Hey.

Where are we going?

There's a shop here?

Mom...

Is he the guy you were talking about?

He doesn't seem that talented.

I'm Yosuke.

If she chose you, there's nothing I can do.

I'm Mnemosyne.

It's cheap stuff, but do you want some?

You're a writer, right? What is a novel to you?

I'd like to say it's a means of living,

but actually... it's my life itself.

Isn't a novel... a fabrication of life?

It is... to some people.

Then... what's art?

A goddess... that's out of my reach.

Beautiful, capricious, and a man's downfall.

Let me...

marry Barbara.

So many scumbags have asked me that.

I'm different.

All novelists are scumbags.

I may be a scumbag, but I truly love her.

Listen to me.

You better not break her heart.

Make a vow?

Yes, you must.

An oath.

Written oath?

That's right.You have to sign this

if you want to be bound to us.

50? Do you want to back out?

No.

Give me your hand.

What are you doing? Barbara...

Barbara?

You can't see her until the wedding.

-What? - It's the rule.

And you can't tell anyone about this.

Not even your family.

If you break the oath...

think what may happen.

I hadn't seen Barbara for a week.

- I told you not to come. -You didn't come to Dad's funeral!

I heard Kanako regained consciousness.

Yotsuya said she's disoriented and keeps muttering strange things.

About a doll...?

About you getting married?

What's going on?

You're unbelievable.

The reason I asked you to come...

it's about Yosuke...

about Yosuke Mikura.

What about him?

Something's off, I can tell.

He's with some weird people.

And... what would you like me to do?

I want you to sort him out.

I don't care how.

If that's what you want, Shigako.

Sure.

I don't want to see him anymore.

Please get out.

I tracked him down.

I'm sure of it.

We've been waiting.

Follow me.

This way.

Please enter.

Mr. Mikura,

Please take off your clothes.

What?

All of them.

Only sacred bodies can enter the temple.

Please take them off.

Everything.

Take each other's hand.

Stop the ceremony and dismiss!

The police are here, run away!

You tipped them off!

Hey, where're you going? Barbara!

Novelist Yosuke Mikura arrested?

Suspicion of drug use.

You must eat something.

Don't worry.

Your charge was dropped.

The world will forget about it in no time.

They'll forget about me.

Absolutely not.

But my serials...

have all been discontinued.

You'll get a new offer in no time.

Trust me.

I'll be here for you.

Now, let's eat.

Beef stroganoff.

It's been a while.

It's your favorite, right?

I can't vouch for the taste though.

Your injury?

Fine.Thank you for asking.

I was told I recovered so fast.

Please.

What's wrong?

Nothing...

I'm wondering why you stay with me.

Why not? We've come this far together.

It's delicious.

The booze's there!

You've messed up again.

Have you finished the online serial?

Not yet? You're two days behind. I got a call from the editor.

I know.

Do you?

Do you know how much I had to grovel to get you this job?

Where are you going?

Mister? Hello?

Come on, wake up.

- Are you okay? - Take care.

Shut up.

Huh?

Hey, I've seen you before. Were you on TV?

You're Yosuke Mikura, the novelist.

- Really? - Drinking in place like this?

Get off me!

Barbara...

- Barbara. - Wrong person.

Barbara!

- Go away. - Hands off.

Barbara, wait!

Get away from me!

I don't know you!

Barbara... Come back.

I don't know you. Let go!

You...

you betrayed me.

I'm sorry...

Forgive me.

We'll never be forgiven.

Who cares.

Nobody gets away sect-free from my angry Mom.

Let's run away.

And go where?

Where we can be together.

“In the lonely old park, frozen gloss

Two dark shadows lately passed.

Their lips were slack, eyes were blurred,

The words they spoke scarcely heard.

In the lonely old park, frozen glass

Two spectral forms invoked the past. "

Damn it.

Let's go.

Let's go home.

Yosuke.

Where are we going?

I'm tired.

I'm exhausted.

"How blue it was, the sky,

how high our hopes!

Hope fled, conquered, along the

dark slopes."

That's right.

My life...

And my career...

come to nothing.

I'll die here and...

nobody will ever find me.

My body will rot and melt

and I'll disappear.

Barbara.

Barbara.

Are you okay?

Bad luck.

Let's go to a doctor.

I'm okay. If we go to a doctor, Mom and the others will find us.

We're running away together, right? To somewhere we can be alone.

No electricity.

Yosuke.

I'm hungry.

There's nothing.

Yosuke... I'm cold.

Are we gonna live here?

Until things blow over.

Just you and me.

It's strange...

I haven't felt so complete in a long time.

Barbara?

Sleeping?

No... don't die.

Please! Don't die!

Barbara...

Wake up.

I know you're not dead.

I get it...

this is the punishment.

Is it funny, Barbara?

Why are you smiling?

Not fair.

Won't you wake up to the prince's kiss?

Barbara.

Wake up!

Barbara”!

Barbara.

Barbara.

You are beautiful.

I'm gonna write about you.

Everything about you.

A woman like the city's excrement from the millions of people

that it consumed and digested.

That was Barbara.