29th—I ate a tongue and some ox-tail soup.
Think of a suspicious spumy tongue and that dirty bamboo tail!
Isn’t it shocking to even incline to taste them?
My mother would not permit me to step into the holy ground of any shrine in Japan. She would declare me perfectly defiled by such food.
I shall turn into a beast in the jungle by and by, I should say.
My uncle committed a greater indecency. He ate a tripe.
It was cooked in the “western sea egg-plant,” to taste of which brings on the small-pox, as I have been told.
He said that he took a delight in pig’s feet.
Shame on the Nippon gentleman!
Harai tamae! Kiyome tamae!