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Related article: Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2002 10:38:28 +1200
From: prime wordsmith
Subject: Honor 06Honor
06I slid the door closed and reached up to him. Joshie stood there
obediently. There was hope for him yet. I reached up to remove the house
robe. He seemed to understand. Good Joshie. He allowed me to take it
off. I gently set it aside. What next had me flummoxed. I supposed I did
not need to remove that thin neckerchief affair, although I found it
offensive. If you are going to wear a collar so your master can lead you
or choke you, your master should have you wear something more elegant and
yet more effective. Something in leather or heavy plaited silk would have
looked much more pleasant. But I had learnt early that the all-conquering
heroes had very little style. All brash brave bravado. So crass. So
common. So lacking in finesse.Grandfather told me later that the neckerchief affair was called a tie. I
supposed that was appropriate. You could use it to tie them up. But it
was a little flimsy, rather inept and definitely too short. Maybe it was
only a token indication of servitude. The officers I had seen all wore
those ties too, so I supposed it was a symbol of servitude to their higher
powers, perhaps their elected monarch, the president. I left the tie. The
blouse could have got in the way too. But I was not going to interfere
with his superiors emblem of possession. Since I was not going to remove
his tie I could not see how I could remove his blouse. The belt holding up
his trousers should not provide much problem. It had a big shiny buckle
and Nn Lolita
was a little more ornate than needed. But I did not think it would be
very complex in the undoing way. These sorts of trousers I had had
experience with before. They were not like the Chinese varieties but were
modeled after the English style.Father had had a pair he had obtained from a British officer. The British
naval captain was an observer on one of Nn Lolita
our vessels in that short and sharp
naval conflict of 1905. The Russian Nn Lolita fleet was heading towards Port Arthur
when our fleet intercepted it in the Korean Sea. The British officer said
he was worried we were going to lose our pants to the superior firepower of
the Nn Lolita Russian fleet. He laid a bet with my father to that effect. Father
accepted. If we won, the reward was the British officer's pants. If we
lost, the British officer was unlikely to collect since Father believed in
fighting to the finish.Father won the bet and the British officer insisted on paying his dues
immediately. Father accepted. I think Father rather Nn Lolita lost, because in
accepting the British trousers he had to provide one of his ceremonial
robes for the Britisher. There were no Japanese trousers on board which
were long enough for the Englishman. A blanket was obviously out of the
question. The ceremonial robe was worth far more in monetary terms than the
officers trousers. But father was delighted. It enabled him to tell the
story about how the Englishman lost his pants.I used to enjoy caressing the British captain's trousers. They sort of
communicated to me. They were quite a different material to what I was
used to and were constructed differently. I used to love doing and undoing
the buttons all the way down the front. The two at the bottom were a
little more difficult to undo than the rest. They seemed more stiff. I
once asked Father if the English had used some sort of glue to deliberately
stiffen them. Father went very quiet, and very still. He breathed very
slowly and very calmly. I knew he was controlling. I could not fathom why
he had to control because of my question. Maybe the glue was some precious
secret I should not know about. I apologized and Father said nothing. The
question had never been asked.So I had no problem with Joshie's trousers. His lower buttons were a
bit stiff too. But I had become adept at doing stiff ones by practicing on
the English captain's. I was pleased he did not have on those slow to
remove street shoes. The house slippers came off at the same time Nn Lolita as his
trousers. He kindly lifted up first one leg then the other. It reminded
me of taking my deer hounds for a walk amongst the trees on
Grandfather's persimmon estate. They used to lift their legs there so
smoothly and retain their balance so easily. My Joshie-hound was proving
as poised. I began to feel confident that he would be able to direct his
stream as effectively as my deer hounds did on the trees.White cotton undergarment. That was next. I did not know that the
Americans used cotton to make their tents. They must have used cotton for
light tropical tents. I knew they were always interfering in the internal
affairs of the Nn Lolita
countries to the south of them in the Caribbean and in
Central America. It was hot enough there. Maybe cotton was used for
tenting down there. Joshie seemed to be proving the American use of cotton
for tenting purposes. It was quite fascinating. I did not understand the
compressional characteristics of cotton fiber so thought to try stretching
it for myself. Or at least testing it where it was already stretched. The
expression on Joshie's face was a little difficult to read. Not because
it was enigmatic. Nor because he was hiding behind it. But because there
were so many elements of expression on his face. I was unsure I could sort
them out in the fraction of time before they changed and became lost. Life
is so difficult when you have so much to learn.Grandfather had told me that it is better for life to be so difficult
because you have so much to learn, than for life to be so boring because
you have already learnt it all. I asked him if he found life boring. He
said not yet. He expected that when he reached Kagoshima age. This was a
new allusion for me. He explained.People of Kagoshima live on the far southern tip of our southernmost main
island Kyushu. They have a very temperate climate there and do not suffer
the rigors of a snowy winter. They live on the coast, but not the exposed
coast. Their city is on a sound which extends north south and is enclosed
on three sides. The end opening out to sea curves around so the sound is
even further protected from storms and high seas. In the middle of the
sound, opposite their city is an island they call Cherry Blossom Island. It
is a quiescent volcano. About fifty years ago it last erupted and joined
itself to the eastern side of the sound. He said it is very beautiful
there. Hot springs abound and all the inhabitants of Kagoshima relax and
recharge each evening in the hot springs. They are all long-lived there.
They have the reputation of being the longest lived of our long living race
of people. Some live to 130 or 140 years of age, by the lunar method of
reckoning years. That is Kagoshima age. When he achieves that age,
Grandfather said he suspected he might find life a little boring. But not
before. I was relieved.Then I understood. Joshie was wearing such a complex expression because it
was all so new for him. He still had much to learn. But he wanted to
learn. That relieved me. When conquerors simply impose themselves without
wanting to learn, when they are closed off like that, then clash and
conflict abound. Admittedly wanting to learn indicates an awareness that
there is much not understood. Lack of understanding can indicate
confusion. But not wanting to understand indicates a deification of
confusion. Confusion comes to reign supreme. This was not so with Joshie.
He wanted to understand. I thought there was hope for the invaders yet.The cotton had a lot of give in it. Except where it was glued. It was
quite stiff there and seemed to rub more noticeably against my fingers. It
sort of flowed over my fingers in other parts. But where it was glued it
was a bit rough on my fingers. I could not understand why Joshie wanted
the glued cotton on the part nearest to his genator. The tip of my genator
is the most sensitive part. Even warm moist air there can be too much at
times. And yet he had this stiff rough part nearest to the tip of his
genator, and some of it was warm and moist too. I did not understand so I
slipped them off while pondering the significance of this interesting
phenomenon.What a fine upstanding sailor this Joshie was. He saluted me as soon as he
appeared from behind the cotton enclosure. He displayed battle wounds,
unless he had got it caught in a large pencil sharpener. I wondered how he
could have been wounded there. It seemed to have been massacred but yet so
neatly. Father had told me not to ask his veteran friends how they came by
their wounds. If they saw me showing interest, they would probably tell me
the story of their injuries. Most would be proud to tell me. But some got
their injuries in less honorable ways and might Nn Lolita be reluctant to tell me
about them. I had to allow them the free choice of telling or not. I was
really interested in Joshie's wound and hoped he would tell me how he
came by it. I hoped one of our soldiers had not caused it. But then
again, down at the dock he had said that he had only just arrived in Japan.
It would have to wait. I hoped he had noticed my interest.
[If you would like this story to be continued please email me, Yoshi
Torriati, at primewordsmithhotmail.com Positive feedback would be greatly
appreciated. Many thanks to David Spencer for editorial assistance and
advice on English usage.]
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