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Long ago, when Fujiwara no Tadaie, who later became Grand Counselor, was still a courtier in attendance at the palace, he was courting a lady of very amorous inclinations. As the night wore on, the moon shone more brightly than the sun, until at last, unable to bear it any longer, he ducked beneath her bamboo blind and climbed onto the ledge inside. He put an arm about her shoulders and drew her close, but she tossed her hair over him, crying, “Oh, how unseemly!” As she wriggled about, she let out an exceedingly loud fart. Mortified beyond words, the lady crumpled and sank down against him. “What a dreadful thing to have happened to me,” thought the future Grand Counselor. “What use is there in remaining in the world? I shall become a monk.” Lifting the bottom of the blind a little, he slipped out on tiptoe and had gone some twelve feet, quite resolved to take the tonsure, when another thought struck him: “Now, really, is there any reason I should become a monk just because that lady has had a mishap?” With that, he went pattering off at a run. What became of the lady, the tale does not say.