Acording to our modern outlook, he was really too young to marry. For some time his parents had been trying to persuade him, much against his will, to marry a certain girl.
My friend, however, did not believe this. His mother, the telegram explained, was ill. It had taken me a few days to get together enough money to cover the necessary expenses, and it was only three days after my arrival that my friend received a telegram from home demanding his return. I went there at the insistence of a friend of mine, who had gone to Kamakura to swim. It was at Kamakura, during the summer holidays, that I first met Sensei. And with pen in hand, I cannot bring myself to write of him in any other way. Whenever the memory of him comes back to me now, I find that I think of him as Sensei still. It is not because I consider it more discreet, but it is because I find it more natural that I do so. I shall therefore refer to him simply as Sensei, and not by his real name.
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