「まるで stray sheep だ。しかたがない」
The bell rang, and the lecturer left the room. Sanshirō shook the excess ink from his pen and started to close his notebook. "Hey, let me see that. I missed some things," Yojirō called to him from the next seat over.
Yojirō pulled Sanshirō's notebook over and looked at the page. The words 'stray sheep' were scrawled about at random.
"What is this?"
"I was just scribbling. I got tired of taking notes."
"I hope you paid attention. They were contrasting Kant's transcendental idealism with Berkeley's transcendental realism."
"Something like that."
"You weren't listening?"
"Just like a stray sheep. You're hopeless."
Yojirō scooped up his own notes and stood up. "Follow me," he said to Sanshirō as he moved away from the desk.
Sanshirō followed Yojirō out of the room. They went down the stairs and out onto the grass in front of the entrance. There was a large cherry tree, and the two of them sat down beneath it.
In early summer, this lawn would be covered in clover. When Yojirō had arrived to present his application for admission, two students were resting under this same tree. One of them mused to the other how he wished he could sing romantic ballads in lieu of his oral examinations. Then he'd have plenty of words for his inspectors. The other improvised a verse and sang it quietly in response. "I'd like a professor who knows 'bout the world. I'd like him to quiz me on romance and girls." Ever since, this cherry tree was Yojirō's favorite spot. When he wanted to talk, he would have Sanshirō join him here. After hearing this story, Sanshirō understood why Yojirō had wanted to translate 'pity's akin to love' into a ballad. Today, however, Yojirō was uncharacteristically serious. As soon as he'd seated himself on the grass, he pulled an edition of Literary Review from his pocket and put it in front of Sanshirō, face up and already open to a marked page.