She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. The geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances. She sings. She entertains you. Whatever you want. The rest is shadows. The rest is secret.
You cannot say to the sun, "More sun." or to the rain, "Less rain."
To a man, a geisha can only be half a wife. We are the wives of nightfall.
And yet, to learn of kindness after so much unkindness, to understand that a little girl with more courage than she knew, would find her prayers were answered,
can that not be called happiness?