John Luther Long,
Madame Butterfly; Purple eyes; A gentleman of Japan and a lady…
(1904)
“ And he had but the one prayer: "Hail, Holy Buddha! Wife—child—Hail, Holy Buddha! Namu Amida Butsu!" They turned him out of the temple. But out under the great trees in the court he made a temple, and there indulged his soul to the full. Away from the cold eyes of the priests, at the foot of a giant cryptomeria, with the summer air to fan him and the leafy dome to shade him, out of control and encouraged by the silence, his prayer was a vociferous challenge to Shaka and all the gods who had baited and deceived him. He shouted anathemas at heaven. He railed upon the gods and defied them. ”
