![]() At last Takahama's nephew chased it out into the garden, through the gate, and into the cemetery beyond, where it lingered over a woman's tomb, and then mysteriously disappeared. The young man tried to drive it away with a fan but it came back three times, as if loath to leave the sufferer. While they watched, Takahama fell asleep but he had no sooner done so than a large white butterfly flew into the room and rested on the old man's pillow. They both came and did all they could to bring comfort during his last hours. ![]() One summer day he became very ill, so ill, in fact, that he sent for his sister-in-law and her son. ![]() His madness, it would appear, entirely rested upon the fact that he had never married or evinced desire for intimate companionship with women. ![]() He was extremely amiable and generally liked by his neighbors, though most of them considered him to be a little mad. An old man named Takahama lived in a little house behind the cemetery of the temple of Sozanji. ![]()
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