The Nettle-tree High Priest
Kin’yo, an officer of the second rank, had a brother called the High Priest Ryōgaku, an extremely bad-tempered man.
Possibly you are late. You are running down a small side street in New Haven, Connecticut. It is June 1961, and ahead of you loom the spires of the Yale Episcopalian Church.
When they were in school, Peter used to say that everything you do is a self-portrait.
Whatever a man’s position may be, he is bound to take a view of human life in general that will make his own activity seem important and good.