![]() ![]() ![]() He showed me the telegram, and asked me what he should do. It was in order to avoid an unpleasant situation that instead of going home, as he normally would have done, he had gone to the resort near Tokyo to spend his holidays. Moreover, he was not in the least fond of the girl. According to our modern outlook, he was really too young to marry. For some time his parents had been trying to persuade him, much against his will, to marry a certain girl. My friend, however, did not believe this. His mother, the telegram explained, was ill. It had taken me a few days to get together enough money to cover the necessary expenses, and it was only three days after my arrival that my friend received a telegram from home demanding his return. I went there at the insistence of a friend of mine, who had gone to Kamakura to swim. It was at Kamakura, during the summer holidays, that I first met Sensei. And with pen in hand, I cannot bring myself to write of him in any other way. Whenever the memory of him comes back to me now, I find that I think of him as "Sensei" still. It is not because I consider it more discreet, but it is because I find it more natural that I do so. I always called him "Sensei." I shall therefore refer to him simply as "Sensei," and not by his real name. ![]()
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