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Chinese. What is more, the author, as is customary with Chinese writers, has forced into the structure of his tale the ethical retributions of good and evil. Actually it's quite a silly book. A passage describes the hero Miosei going around spying on others when they are urinating because he believes one part of his body is smaller than that of other men. In those days I also took a look whenever I happened to see someone urinating along the road. Even in our castle towns at that time there were no public latrines, so everyone urinated along the roads. Because everyone's seemed to me to be small, I con eluded that the pictures in that book were false. I fancied myself as having made a joyous, miraculous discovery!
    This was one of the observations I made about the real world after seeing those strange drawings. Another discovery occurs to me now, one somewhat difficult to put down here, but for the sake of truth I have forced myself to write about it. I had never seen with my own eyes that part of a woman's body. In those days there were no public baths in castle towns. When I took a bath at home or even at the house of a relative with someone else helping me wash, I was the only one in the nude, the person assisting me always wearing her kimono. Women never urinated along the roads. So I was quite puzzled about them.
    At school the girls were taught in special classrooms, and we could not even play together. If a boy said anything to a girl, his friends immediately ridiculed him. And so we had no girl friends. Some of my relatives were small girls, but though they came on the annual festival days or to the Buddhist memorial services, all they did was appear in their best holiday kimonos with make-up on their faces, eat very gracefully, and then go back home. There was no girl with whom I could feel at ease. Behind our house, though, lived a family of very low rank at the time of the clan government. They had a daughter about my age. Her name was Katsu. Occasionally she came over to our house to visit, her hair done up in the butterfly coiffure of young girls. She had a white chubby face. She was a mild, gentle person. It was a pity I made her the object of my experiment.
    It happened after an early summer shower had just cleared up. As usual my mother was at her weaving. It was hot and muggy just after the noon hour, and the old woman who did needlework for us and who helped my mother around the kitchen was taking a nap. Only the batten for my mother's loom resounded through our quiet house.
    I had fastened a string to the tail of a dragonfly and was sending it flying in our backyard in front of our storehouse. A locust on a crape myrtle tree bursting with flowers began its shrill cry. I peered into the tree and found it, but at that high a spot I couldn't have caught it. Just then Katsu came by. Since the members of her family were also taking a nap, she felt lonely and had gone out.
    "Let's play!"
    That was how she greeted me. In no time at all I had worked out my plan.
    "All right. Let's have some fun by jumping off the veranda!"
    With these words I discarded my straw sandals and climbed onto the porch. Katsu followed, removing her leather-soled sandals with red straps and climbing up. First, I jumped down barefooted on the garden moss. So did Katsu. Again I climbed onto the veranda. I tucked up the skirt of my kimono from behind.
    "If I don't do it like this, my kimono gets in the way and I can't make a good jump."
    I made a vigorous leap down. Looking at Katsu, I saw she was hesitating.
    "Come on! You jump too!"
    For a while she made a face as if she were troubled, but because she was an innocent gentle girl, she finally tucked up her kimono skirt and jumped. Wide-eyed, I peered at her, but I could discover nothing except two white legs joined to a white abdomen. I was quite disappointed. My narrative, though, is very innocent when I think about those gentlemen at the ballet, their opera glasses used to catch a glimpse