This Palace Hotel is a palace.
You drop into the toilet room, for instance.
You cannot help exclaiming: “Iya, haya, Japan is three centuries behind!”
Everything presents to you a silent lecture of scientific modernism.
Whenever I am bothered too much by my uncle I lock myself up in the toilet room. There I feel the whole world is mine.
I can take off my shoes. I can play acrobat if I prefer.
Nobody can spy me.
It is the place where you can pray or cry all you desire without one interruption.
My room is great, equipped with every new invention. Numbers of electric globes dazzle with kingly light above my head.
If I enter my room at dusk, I push a button of electricity.