A Young Man on a Horse (Botan-like Shohaku)

Portrait of Botanka Shohaku

Tanzaku by Botanka Shohaku

Tanzaku by Botanka Shohaku

「見立牡丹花肖柏」

Young Man (Wakashu) with a Miniature Flower Cart

Courtesan with a Young Man (Wakashu) beside a Screen

"A Portrait of the Poet as a Young Man" written by Sei Ito. Trains run in the central area of Otaru city

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 12: THE BAILIFF'S MAN: They call us enemies of liberty!... what are those young fellows there complaining about... they're being taken in a carriage, and they've got a page, at the back... there's a kind of one!

(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

SKETCHES OF SUMMER 40: －Sir, would you be kind enough to tell me when you'ld like to pay me back the five hundred francs you've been owing me for a long time... －My dear man, you're unreasonable to make such a request of me, you clearly see that I have nothing on me at this very moment..

LIFE'S HAPPY DAYS 24: THE CASHING IN OF A NOTE: －There you are young man... against your bill of exchange for five hundred francs, I give you two hundred brand-new francs, plus a barely used camel... it comes from one of our last forays and will shortly disembark at Toulon... －I'll still take the cash... I'll make a present of the camel to Josephine... she can use it to take donkey rides in Montmorency valley!..

JOURNEY TO CHINA 6: CHINESE PROPRIETY. In this country they have a singular idea of propriety!... the most chaste young girl, the most upstanding woman do not blush, by a prodigious exaggeration of forms, to call attention to a certain quarter to which they give the appearance of a veritable air-balloon... they call that a bustle..

BOHEMIANS OF PARIS 24: THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN SPUR: This so-called former Colonel of the Papal Guard, later aide-de-camp to the Prince of Monaco, awaiting as a prize for his services a distinguished post in the Government!... he would, however, willingly accept a tabacconist's shop or a position as an inspector of [street] sweeping; besides [this] he is a gallant man like all knights of his order, for a trifle demanding satisfaction from five-year-old children, perfectly making excuses from the moment you look at him in the face

NEWS 200: A VISIT TO THE CONVICT-PRISON IN NAPLES: Mr.Gladstone－ And what do you call this man? he doesn't look like a villain. The Gaolor－ Don't you believe any of it, on the contrary,he's a demagogue, an old constitutional minister of 1848 called Carlo Poërio. In his inexhaustible clemency the best and most worthy of kings ordered that we chain him to an assassin, so that he might return to the good. He'd have been completely lost if we'd left him with another demagogue

MONOMANIACS 3: THE EXPERT: There are Experts and Experts, as there are Uncouth Peolple and Uncouth People. Firtly [there is] the Expert who knows (this is the rarest type); then the Expert who knows nothing, or knows stupid and useless things, that is to say, less than nothing. The Expert of these different categories passes for a profound, serious man; he is in a very good position, and makes a reputation in the world, like all who are hollow. He passes his days full of pleasures and free from failings, except that he is subject to the Cross of Honoour and the Academy

MONOMANIACS 3: THE EXPERT: There are Experts and Experts, as there are Uncouth Peolple and Uncouth People. Firtly [there is] the Expert who knows (this is the rarest type); then the Expert who knows nothing, or knows stupid and useless things, that is to say, less than nothing. The Expert of these different categories passes for a profound, serious man; he is in a very good position, and makes a reputation in the world, like all who are hollow. He passes his days full of pleasures and free from failings, except that he is subject to the Cross of Honoour and the Academy