David W McFadden
Soseki Sweating In Japan in the days of Soseki it was ladies first unless the lady was married. Then it was her husband first. Soseki was always called upon to perform manly deeds such as tying the cord around the bulging overstuffed suitcase. He was adept at the sort of rough work usually reserved for ricksha men and stevedores. His brother wasn't like that at all. He was shy and spiritual, with an ironic, sensitive intelligence, scholarly, immersed in books, out of tune with other humans, a neurotic and an insomniac with nerves as sharp as sushi knives, but very sensitive to nature: half of him was far too good, the other half was far too bad. He was worried about his wife. Was she being faithful to him? He would blush when anyone mentioned her name in his presence. One day when they were preparing to return to Tokyo Soseki was exerting himself so much tying cords around suitcases his brother asked his wife to get her fan and cool his sweating body. She smiled wanly with her simple dimple. Things would never be the same.
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