Tea Caddy in the Fubuki Style Signature by Matsudaira Fumai

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Ancient History 23: Beautiful Narcissus. He was young and beautiful; with their soft breath / The Zephyrs caressed his contours of manifold attractions, / And in the mirror of the fountains / He loved, as we do, to contemplate his features (Quatrain initiated by Mr. Narcisse de Salvandy)

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(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. 

 (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly

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Conjugal Manners 30: The plea of adultery: "Magistrates, my client is sure of the fact. But this personal conviction is not enough to satisfy him; it is necessary for him to share it with your tribunal, with those listeners gathered here... with the whole of France. Such was the task taken upon myself in the intererst of my client, and I believe that I have made the issue clear before you. Now, it only remains for my client to see... his social position confirmed by a fair judgement, and you are very just. Magistrates, do not refuse him this last satisfaction."

Conjugal Manners 30: The plea of adultery: "Magistrates, my client is sure of the fact. But this personal conviction is not enough to satisfy him; it is necessary for him to share it with your tribunal, with those listeners gathered here... with the whole of France. Such was the task taken upon myself in the intererst of my client, and I believe that I have made the issue clear before you. Now, it only remains for my client to see... his social position confirmed by a fair judgement, and you are very just. Magistrates, do not refuse him this last satisfaction."

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