You cannot say to the Sun, “more sun,” or to the Rain, “less rain.” To a man, 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? After all, these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.