We are not empty-stomached tramps rapping the kitchen door for a crust of bread.
We refused hotel carriage.
We walked from the Oriental wharf for the sake of the street sight-seeing.
Tamageta wa! A house was whirling along the street. Look at the horseless car! How could it be possible to pull it with a rope under ground!
Everything reveals a huge scale of measurement.
The continental spectacle is different from that of our islands.
We 40,000,000 Japs must raise our heads from wee bits of land. There’s no room to stretch elbows. We have to stay like dwarf trees.
I shouldn’t be surprised if the Americans exclaim in Japan, “What a petty show!”
Such a riotous rush! What a deafening uproar!