Yukio Mishima. Confessions of a mask (№ 153465)

I think we both felt a sense of a man not wanting to Wake up from a pleasant dream, but crossing the border of reality now the harder it will be to attract to itself the sleep, okonchatelnoe that will be removed. I felt acute anxiety waking is mixed with barren sweetness of the leaving sleep and cancerous tumor eats away at our souls. The disease struck both of us simultaneously, as if operated according to a predetermined plan. But the first symptom was sudden - it became fun.