As if remembering something, Sanshirō suddenly shifted his thoughts to a separate world. -- He was on his way to Tōkyō. He would enter the university. He would study under renowned scholars. His fellow students would be men of refinement and character. He would read in the library. He would publish to great acclaim. His mother would be happy for him. Indulging himself with thoughts of a brilliant future restored his spirits considerably, and he no longer felt compelled to hide his face in page 23. He slightly lifted his head. As he did so, the man seated diagonally across from him glanced his way again. This time Sanshirō returned the glance.
The man had a thick mustache. He was oval-faced and slender, looking somehow like a Shinto priest, except that the bridge of his nose was straight, like that of a Westerner. To Sanshirō, who was immersed in academia, a man like this fit his image of an educator. The man wore a white kimono with a splashed pattern, layered over a formal white undergarment. On his feet were navy blue sandal socks. Judging by his dress, Sanshirō took him for a middle school teacher. In light of his own eminent future, this man was rather trifling. He must be at least forty, already well past his prime.
The man smoked incessantly. He seemed quite at ease, folding his arms in front of him and expelling long trails of smoke through his nostrils. On the other hand, he rose numerous times for the toilet or for some other purpose. Sometimes he would stretch his back on rising. He seemed restless. The traveler next to him had finished a newspaper and set it on the seat, but he made no move to borrow it. Taking some interest in the man, Sanshirō laid down his collection of Bacon's essays. He'd thought of digging out a different book to read in earnest but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He was more interested in the newspaper of the man in front of him. Unfortunately, this man was now dozing soundly. Sanshirō reached out for the paper and asked the man with the mustache, "Do you mind?"
"No one's reading it. Help yourself." The man replied with a look of indifference. Sanshirō took the paper, but he felt a little unsure of himself.