Sanshirō listened to their comments in silence. He didn't accept what they were saying. First of all, the use of the word "unmanageable" with respect to Mineko left him puzzled.
Yojirō finally went and changed into his hakata. "We're off," he called to the professor. The professor was quietly drinking tea. The two of them left through the front yard. It was already dark out. A few paces past the gate, Sanshirō engaged Yojirō.
"The professor referred to Mineko as unmanageable."
"He always speaks his mind. Depending on the occasion or situation, he's likely to say anything. It's funny to hear him comment on women, though, a subject on which his knowledge is nil. If one's never been in love, how can one understand women?"
"Be that as it may, weren't you in agreement with him?"
"Yes, in regard to unmanageability. Why?"
"In what way is Mineko unmanageable?"
"It's nothing specific that you can put your finger on. Anyway, all modern women are unmanageable. It's not just her."
"Didn't you liken her to a woman out of Ibsen?"
"Which woman from Ibsen did you mean?"
"Which one ... take your pick."
Sanshirō, of course, was unconvinced, but he pressed it no further. They continued for several paces in silence. Then Yojirō suddenly elaborated. "It's not just Mineko whom I associate with Ibsen. Most all the women of today fit the mold. The same for any man who breathes this modern air, even just a single breath. Very few, though, express it through freedom of action. Most of us are harboring frustrations."