Not only Boston Beans, also the Boston literature, seems developing lately in Japan; the difference is that our Japanese cheap edition of Boston literature has no Emerson.
Why is there only one way to say Yes and No, while there might be in the West three hundred and sixty five ways of cooking eggs? We have here a hundred ways for bow-making; but there is only one way to sit.
I passed one day by a certain country road covered with foliage and grasses where Jizo, the stone deity who, it is said, paternally protects the dead children in Hades, stood sad and lonely. When I passed by a second time, I observed that one arm of that divinity was gone; at the third time, that was one month ago, I discovered that he was most pitifully headless. And when I passed by yesterday, he was seen no more; by asking one little boy playing by the roadside where he, that armless headless god, had gone, I discovered his saddest fate that the father of the boy had moved away the god to use him as a stone
