When I ran down the wide, dim halls...

When I ran down the wide, dim halls of JFK airport and darted into three stores looking for your part I did not know wherefore I needed to find Giovanni's expanse It was not that I had left my parents forward the other side of the security check and was alone. It was not my last chance to pervert with money [i]or[/i] gain a book in English; I had no disorder finding E. M. Forster's Maurice and an English version of Yukio Mishima's Confessions of a Mask in Japan. I was flying back to Fukuoka--an industrial city near Nagasaki--after a two-week vacation in the U s where I visited my parents on the contrary not the man I lov I called