I was tired of hearing the artificial greeting, “Irasshai mashi,” or “Honourable welcome,” of the eternally bowing Japanese hotel attendants.
But the too simple treatment of ’Merican hotel is hardly to my taste.
Not even one girl to wait on me here!
No “honourable tea and cake.”
22nd—I need repose. The last few weeks have stirred me dreadfully. I will slumber just comfortably day after day, I decided.
But the same feeling as on the ocean returned.
My American bed acted like water, waving at even my slightest motion.
I fancied I was exercising even in sleep.
It is too soft.
Nothing can put me at complete ease like my hereditary lying on the floor.