"Well, lucky for us that we aren't pigs. If our noses grew toward everything we desired, then no doubt they'd be so long by now that we couldn't board this train."
Sanshirō laughed out loud, but the other man was unexpectedly subdued.
"There's danger out there. Leonardo da Vinci once injected arsenic into the trunk of a peach tree to see if the poison would spread to the fruit. Someone ate one of the peaches and died. You have to stay vigilant. Dangers lurk." As he was talking, the man gathered up his mess of pits and peels, wrapped them up in a piece of newspaper, and tossed them out the window.
This time is was Sanshirō who felt subdued. The mention of Leonardo da Vinci had somehow made him anxious. He remembered the woman from the previous evening and the discomfort she'd caused him. He drifted into a humble silence. The man seemed to take no notice whatsoever of his change in mood. "Where in Tōkyō are you headed?"
"It's actually my first time, and I don't know anything about the place, so for now I'm planning to room in the dorm with others from Kyūshū."
"Then you're not going back to Kumamoto?"
"No. I've graduated."
"Ah. I see." That was all he said. No "congratulations" or "well done" followed. Only, "Then you'll be starting your graduate studies." He spoke as though it were an everyday occurrence.
Sanshirō was somewhat dissatisfied, so he limited his response to a brief affirmation.
"Which college?" The man pressed further.
"No. Liberal Arts."
"Ah. I see," the man said again. Sanshirō was puzzled by this response. He was either talking to a man of great achievement or to someone dismissive of others' accomplishments. Or else the man was utterly apathetic toward higher education. Having no idea which was the case, he was unsure how best to engage him.