A review by lausbiana
The Flowers of Buffoonery by Osamu Dazai

3.0

Yozo lowered his eyelashes. All manner of forces swarmed his heart. Haughtiness. Sloth. Flattery. Guile. Vice. Fatigue. Ferocity. Murder. Despair. Fragility. Deceit. Infection. He came this close to letting them spill out. But instead, he played the role of the heartsick man and groaned.

“To be honest, I don’t know myself. Feels like everything’s to blame.”