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What manner of tourist was this who had heard neither of the geisha of Japan nor of the sing-song girl of China? Before he could marshal the necessary phrases to explain, Ruth herself indicated her thought. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question level-eyed and level-toned.
"Oh, yes, I do," replied Asako, who was intent on enjoying everything. But on this occasion she had chosen the wrong answer; for real ladies in Japan are not supposed to drink the warm rice wine. The geisha certainly looked most charming as they slowly advanced in a kind of ritualistic procession.
Somehow we cannot take this trip seriously. It is such a holiday trip all through not grim and human like the Boer war. Just quaint and queer. A trip of cherry blossoms and Geisha girls. I send all my love to you. SAN FRANCISCO, February 26th. DEAR MOTHER: We got in here last night at midnight just as easily as though we were coming into Jersey City.
We Japanese do not think art is just to be able to do things, showing off like geisha. Art is in the character, in the spirit. And the tea-ceremony teaches us to make our character full of art, by restraining everything ugly and common, in every movement, in the movement of our hands, in the position of our feet, in the looks of our faces.
And, say, Red Shirt is said to frequent Kadoya at the springs town and meet his geisha there, but he keeps it in dark." "Kadoya? That hotel?" "Also a restaurant. So we've got to catch him there with his geisha and make it hot for him right to his face." "Catch him there? Suppose we begin a kind of night watch?" "Yes, you know there is a rooming house called Masuya in front of Kadoya.
For out of those ugly disfigured lips there gushed and rippled a miracle of a voice young, deep, unutterably touching in its penetrating sweetness. "Woman or wood-fairy?" queried a bystander. Woman only, but a very, very great artist. The way she handled her instrument might have astounded the most skillful geisha; but no such voice had ever been heard from any geisha, and no such song.
Her past life puzzles me; but, in my position as a son-in-law, good manners prevent my making further inquiries. Some assert that she was formerly a celebrated geisha in Yeddo, who lost public favor by her folly in becoming a mother. This would account for her daughter's talent on the guitar; she had probably herself taught her the touch and style of the Conservatory.
To the left was a labyrinth of little houses of clean white wood, bright and new, like toys, with toy evergreens and pine-trees bursting out of their narrow gardens. This was a geisha quarter, whence the sound of samisen music and quavering songs resounded all day long.
The lonely men-travellers are naturally supposed to have a penchant for the spurious geisha, who haunt the native restaurants; the married couples are taken to the temples, and to those merchants of antiquities, who offer the highest commission to the guides. There is always an air of petty conspiracy in the wake of every foreigner who visits the country.
The thin silk, which is practically transparent, is one of the most beautiful things in Japanese weaving, as it is still firm enough to keep its shape and wear for years. The dress of the geisha is very like the ceremonial dress of the lady, especially when black with decorations at the bottom.
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