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30 November 2014
Sixties are precious times for me though full of exactly heartbreaking events.
At first, using all the university’s summer holidays in 1969, I read three times, one of the Japanese classics, Ochikubo Monogatari, in English Dark Hole Story written in Heian Times some 1,000 years ago, faithfully following the teach of Japanese classic literature Scholar YAMAGISHI Tokuhei by the precise annotated text.
The scholar lent me his valuable collation text of NAKAMURA Shuko in his library. Before beginning the holidays he said to me like admonishment that selection of one classic in the vast literary heritage was alike a meeting with a fiancée, walking to the station from the university in the clear summer evening.
And I sometimes read the modern Chinese novels, Luxun or Maodun, thinking on the Beijing’s old days, of which CHEN Donghai taught us how to hear the Beijing Opera sitting the chair facing sideways to the stage.
In university I met CHINO Eiichi at the small room for Russian language in 1969.I met KAJIMURA Hideki at his Korean class and Natary Muravjova at her Russian class in the next year.
I learnt alone the composition of French by the text of MAEDA Yoichi at the university’s library, who indicated me the splendid world of French language and philosophy while reading Pascal’s Penséeslittle by little, almost all the days outside afar demonstrations of eager students to politics. It is the reason for I was coward in those days.
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