“No, Osho-san, there is no Doctor of Painting.”
“You see I am so far away from civilization and know nothing of the latest novelties. I haven’t been in Tokyo not even once in the last twenty years.”
“You have missed nothing, Osho-san. It is all noise and nothing else in Tokyo.”
The priest treated me to a good cup of tea, and then went on to ask:
“You seem to go about a great deal. Do you do so all for the purpose of painting?”
“Well, I carry about with me my painting outfit; but I am not at all particular about the actual painting itself.”
“So? Can it be, then, that you are travelling and sojourning for the pleasure of doing so?”
“Well, you might say so. But the fact is I can’t stand the life in Tokyo. They begin to sniff about you, when you have lived there any length of time.”
“That is strange. Can it be for sanitary purposes?”
“No, Osho-san, it is the detective that does it.”