Napoleon Madness (excerpt two)

May 7, 2014

Last summer, shortly before the start of the new semester, I received a visit from a peculiar gentleman. When I saw his face for the first time, his features seemed too exotic to be Japanese. His close-set eyes were sunk deeply into his skull and the bridge of his nose remained narrow throughout its great length. This man must have some western blood in him, I thought. Nevertheless, his height was on-par with the typical Japanese male and, when set against his rugged square shoulders, gave an impression of imbalance. As I surveyed his balding skull and the soft, dangling strands of hair that adorned it, I got a strong sense that I had seen this man somewhere before.

“If you will call me Murase,” he mumbled.

“I beg your pardon?”

He did tell me his first name, but I struggle to recall it. His speech sounded clumsy, like someone from the country trying to sound polite. The reason that the man had decided to visit me was that I had written a piece about my trip to the birthplace of Napoleon Bonaparte and, after reading it, he had mistaken me for an expert conducting research on the chap. We proceeded to exchange pleasantries—in a manner of speaking—before the man, despite a sudden show of nerves, solemnly proclaimed:

“I be the reincarnation of Napoleon.”


One Response to “Napoleon Madness (excerpt two)”

  1. P.T. Says:

    Welcome back 🙂

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