At any rate I was left alone, with no recourse but to heed my mother's words and rely on my uncle. My uncle, for his part, took charge and managed affairs on my behalf. Through his good graces, I was able to leave for Tōkyō as planned.
I came to Tōkyō and began my high school studies. High school students back then, in contrast to today, were a crude and rambunctious lot. One fellow I knew, in an after-hours altercation, bloodied a worker's head with his wooden clog. This was after much drink, and in the heat of trading blows he was relieved of his school cap. Inside the cap, of course, his name was neatly inscribed on a white patch of fabric. This landed him in hot water, and the police came close to taking their case to the school. Only through concerted efforts of his friends was the matter finally hushed. Your generation was raised in gentler times, and such reckless abandon probably strikes you as asinine. I can't say I disagree. At the same time, however, in students of my time was an element of authenticity that's lacking today.
The monthly allowance I received from my uncle was far less than what you receive from your father. (Though of course the cost of living was also less.) Even so, I did not feel the least bit pinched. I can also say that among my peers, when it came to money, I could hold my own and felt no need to envy others. Looking back now, I rather suspect it was I who was looked on with envy. I say this in part because, in addition to my monthly allowance, there was also book money (I was already fond of collecting books), and there were discretionary remittances I received from my uncle on request. In short, I was fairly well able to live as I pleased.