" Kiyoaki and Honda were perhaps as different in their makuep as the flower and the leaf of a single plant. Kiyoaki was incapable of hiding his true nature, and he was defenceless against society's power to inflict pain. His still unawakened sensuality lay dormant within him, unprotected as a puppy in a March rain, body shivering, eyes and nose pelted with water. Honda, on the other hand, had quite early in life grasped where the danger lay, choosing to shelter from all storms, whatever their attraction. "

― Yukio Mishima , Spring Snow