‘My infatuation and intoxication grew deeper with every mile we travelled. When I reached Paris I threw myself wholeheartedly into a life of decadence. The bashful Oriental mind can hardly imagine the things I found there. Paris was a whirlpool of lust and desire-a dizzying vortex of excess, debauchery and sick perversions. It’s everything I’d dreamed it would be-a paradise of sensual pleasures. I leaped in headfirst, desperate to be sucked into the whirlpool. I gave myself up to it body and soul. A true hedonist is quite happy to pay with his life for pleasure. Alcohol, tobacco, gourmandizing and women; a hedonist would happily sacrifice his health and life to satisfy his appetite for these toxic pleasures. I lived in the moment, resigned to the knowledge that each wave of pleasure might be my last.’
Tanizaki Jun’Ichiro, “The Story of Tomada and Matsunaga”
