"When I imagine the grassy fields spreading out like
a green carpet, with thick forests far away on the
horizon, and envision the outrageously decorated
appearance of those ladies, so totally unsuited to
life in the country, as they wend their way among
the fields; I see how beautiful that was in a way
that goes against God’s wishes. I realized this is the
ultimate in perverted, artificial beauty, and sigh with
rapture."
-Momoko in the Kamikaze Girls novel.
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.