(from ebookjapan):

Even on a cold night when the north wind blows, one glass of eggnog can warm you up. The sun goes down on the large four-and-a-half-tatami-mat wilderness of the boarding house where I have returned home tired.

Ah, what is the true meaning of life? Outside, the power lines are crying like a woman. Oh Leiji, sadness! Here comes the first installment of this sorrowful journey.