"If you're convinced that I'll turn from you, then so be it, but the thought's never crossed my mind."
Sensei paid no heed to my words. "You have to be vigilant. Love is, indeed, iniquity. While you won't find contentment in my company, you won't face peril either. -- Do you know how it feels to be bound by long black hair?"
I could imagine what he meant, but it was not something I'd experienced. At any rate, what Sensei meant by "love is iniquity" was not at all clear to me. I was growing a bit uncomfortable.
"Sensei, explain to me clearly how love is iniquity. Otherwise, let's leave this subject for another day, some day when I might understand."
"Forgive me. I'd intended to share a truth with you, but I've only confused the matter. I shouldn't have done that."
We strolled on at a leisurely pace, passing behind the museum and on toward Uguisudani. A thicket of bamboo grass, growing in seclusion in one corner of a vast garden, was visible through gaps in the fence.
"Do you know why I visit my friend's grave in Zōshigaya each month?"
Sensei's question was entirely out of the blue, and he knew very well that I had no answer. I refrained for a bit from replying. Sensei, realizing as much, spoke further. "Forgive me again. I felt bad for confusing you, and in thinking to explain things I've only made matters worse. It's no use. Let's leave it at that. Anyway, love is iniquity. Trust me. It's also divine."
Sensei's words only confounded things further. However, he talked no more of love.