"The situation was dire. Here was my wife with a once-in-a-year request, and I wanted so very much to accommodate her. All I ever did was scold her, disregard her counsel, and burden her with household chores and care of the children. Never did I reward her for the work she did to clean and cook. On this day, I was lucky enough to have time on my hands and money in my purse. If I could, I would take her out. She was wanting to go, and I was wanting to treat her. I wanted so much to treat her, but here I lay, with the chills and a swimming head. I couldn't even manage to put my shoes on, much less board a train. The more I lamented her plight, the worse my chills and the lighter my head. The best course of action, we agreed, was to call for the doctor without delay. A timely dose of medicine, and I'd be right as rain by four. We sent for Doctor Amaki, but unfortunately he'd been on duty at the university the evening prior and was not yet back home. He'd be back around two, and they promised to dispatch him as soon as he returned. What a bind. A little kyōninsui now, and I'd surely be better by four. But misfortune breeds misfortune, and my plans for a splendid time, my wife smiling at my side, were going off the rails. She asked me, with a reproachful look, if I couldn't find some way to manage. 'I'm going,' I told her, 'I'm absolutely going. I'll be better by four. You'll see. Don't worry about me. Wash your face and get yourself changed.' These were the words that I formed with my lips, but deep down I was highly distraught. The chills intensified, and the room began to spin. If I didn't recover by four and deliver on my promise, there was no telling how this small-minded woman might react. The situation was desperate. What should I do? I began to think it my duty, as a husband to his wife, to prepare her for the worst and ease the shock should it come to pass. I would explain to her that all existence is fleeting, and how all things living are destined to die."