I was still young enough then to be sleeping with my Mother, which to me seemed life's whole purpose. ... At dawn, when she rose and stumbled back to the kitchen, even then I was not wholly deserted, but rolled into the valley her sleep had left, lay deep in its smell of lavender, deep on my face to sleep again in the nest she had made my own.
――早稲田大学 政治経済学部(2月21日実施)――94年