Walked with Kangetsu to Nezu, Ueno, Ikenohata, and on toward Kanda. Saw geisha, in decorous New Year's dress, playing battledore in front of the Ikenohata tryst house. Their attire was beautiful, but I can't say the as much for their faces. Reminded me of that cat of mine.
There's no need to drag me into this critique of appearance. I could venture to Kitadoko, have them shave my face, and come out looking more or less human. Conceit will prove humanity's downfall.
Saw another geisha at Hōtan crossing. Exquisitely proportioned, with slender build and gently-sloping shoulders. Wore a light purple kimino with utmost elegance. Flashing white teeth in a grin, she called out, "Gen-chan, about last night -- There was just so much going on." Her voice was husky, like the caw of a migrating crow, and in my mind it nullified all admiration for her appearance. I didn't even care who this "Gen-chan" was, and without turning continued out onto the high road. Kangetsu, too, seemed taken aback.
The human psyche is a black pit. I had no read on the master's present mood. Was he indignant, or was he reveling? Or then again, was he wanting solace from the testament of sages? It was entirely unclear whether he was mocking the world or wishing to join it, whether he railed against its follies or held himself aloof. Cats, on the other hand, are simple creatures. When we feel like eating, we eat, and when we feel like sleeping, we sleep. When we're angry, we fight for all we're worth, and when heartache calls, we cry out our eyes. First and foremost, we never keep useless journals. We've no need to. It may well be that a two-faced man like the master must steal off into the darkness, there to pen his true thoughts in private. We cats, though, simply walk, run, stand, sit, and sleep. And we relieve ourselves when nature calls. That's our journal, genuine and unabridged. We go to no pains to foster our "true selves." Time spent keeping a journal is better spent napping on the veranda.
We dined at a place in Kanda. For the first time in a while, had saké with dinner, and the stomach is much better this morning. For dyspepsia, nothing beats evening drinks. Taka-Diastase, needless to say, is a non-starter. Despite what folks claim, it's useless. Claim what they may, what doesn't work doesn't work.