"You talk about lack of tact, but what I'm doing is nothing more or less than an insertion of human effort to ensure things run their natural course. Attempting some foolish scheme that subverts the natural order of things is fundamentally different. In my case, tact is irrelevant. It's not about tact in poor form. Tact for poor ends is poor form."
Sanshirō was completely nonplussed. He wanted to object, but he couldn't find the words. His mind was fixed on points of Yojirō's that he hadn't thought of. He couldn't help being impressed.
"I can see what you mean." He gave an ambiguous answer, and they resumed walking together. As they passed through the university's main gate, the world before them suddenly broadened. Grand buildings stood all about in silhouette. Above their crisp rooflines was a crystal clear sky. Endless stars were visible.
"It's a beautiful night," Sanshirō remarked.
Yojirō walked several paces with his gaze skyward. "Hey," he called out to Sanshirō.
"What?" Sanshirō answered, assuming Yojirō would continue their earlier discussion.
"When you see a sky like this, what do you feel?" Yojirō asked uncharacteristically.
Yojirō was certain to ridicule a trite response like "infinity" or "eternity." Sanshirō remained silent.
"What are we really accomplishing? Maybe tomorrow I'll drop it all. My writing of Great Dark Void was nothing but wasted time."
"What happened all of the sudden?"
"That's what I feel when I see this sky. -- Tell me, have you ever fallen for a woman?"
Sanshirō could not provide an immediate reply.