Saint of Mt. Koya
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"I sat formally at attention while he sang, and when he had finished, I continued to sit with my hands on my knees, somehow unable to look up at the man and the woman before me. I felt a lump rising in my throat and tears sprang to my eyes.

"Apparently the woman noticed my tears, for she said, 'Here now, what's the matter?'

"I was unable to reply for a time, but at last managed to mumble, 'No, nothing is wrong with me. I won't pry into your personal affairs, and please don't ask me to comment on his singing.' I could say no more than this, but it was clear to me from her behavior that she was a woman better suited for the rich and lavish life of some great emperor's court with all the riches and finery that go with it. Even though I am a priest who has renounced such worldly things, I felt deeply moved by the woman's simple display of tenderness and affection for this idiot boy; so moved, in fact, I wept.

"Apparently the woman understood how I felt, for she immediately said, 'You are a very kind and sensitive person.' As she spoke she held my gaze and there was an indescribable look in her eyes which reflected some deep emotion which I could only interpret as sexual desire. I quickly averted my gaze, and she, too, looked away."

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