Tokyo was not so extraordinary after all. When
cherry blossom shimmered in Ueno, ^* from the dis-
tance it actually resembled light, pink clouds; but
under the flowers you would always find groups of
short-term "students from the Ching Empire," their
long queues coiled on top of their heads upraising the
crowns of their student caps to look like Mount
Fujiyama. Others had undone their queues and ar-
ranged their hair flat on their heads, so that when
their caps were removed it glistened for all the world
like the lustrous locks of young ladies; and they would
toss their heads too. It was really a charming sight.

In the gatehouse of the Chinese Students' Union
there were always some books on sale, and it was
worth going there sometimes. In the mornings you
could sit and rest in the foreign-style rooms inside.
But towards the evening the floor of one room would
often be shaken by a deafening tramp of feet, and dust
would fill the whole place. If you questioned those in
the know, the answer would be: "They are learning
ball-room dancing."

Then why not go somewhere else?

So I went to the Medical College in Sendai. Soon
after leaving Tokyo I came to a station called Nippori;
somehow or other, even now I remember the name.
The next place I remember was Mito, where Chu

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