Sign me a present pardon for my brother,

[T]here will always be spies, and spooks, and counterspooks. Some of these slimeballs are perhaps breaking into Pentagon computers at this very moment, finding the dirty pictures some bored programmer stored on a corner of the hard disk.

In there? Yamazaki indicates what he takes to be another door, like the entrance to a hutch, curtained with a soiled square of melon-yellow, foam-cored blanket, the sort of blanket one finds in a capsule hotel.

Two adorable fashion boys eagerly welcomed us, one in a schoolboy outfit and the other floating around in a flappy white smock-cape.