Of Japan's stormy petrels, Seigo Nakano was the stormiest. In his heart raged venomous hate for the U.S., Britain, Russia. On his tongue were words of violence and panacea which attracted the hungry and the malcontent.
Colossal ambitions consumed this small, wiry man with coal-black, cruel eyes and thin mustache. The prewar Government, he said, was corrupt and weak-stomached ("Always doddering ... it has no roots in the soil and is ... like a cut flower in a vase"), and it was up to Nakano to return Japan to the path of greatness. In the sword he saw the...
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