cm] and looked like it belonged to a medical quack. It had been room, his banquet party, his mosquito net (hanging in his bed-room to keep the mosquitos away), his boat and horse travel saddle… Inside were brushes, paper, ink stone, pocketbooks, stamps, sweet bean jelly—all of the many tools of the trade for a teacher. He never failed to make use of those tools, even if it almost always during this time that he answered letters, wrote diligence and penmanship have never been equaled. His trips were often long and he spent little time at home, returning for a few days or a week at the most before setting off again. During his many years of tours throughout Japan he only once cancelled his plans. On August twenty-fifth 1909 he received a tele-gram in Shizuoka prefecture while on his way to lecture in Shimane prefecture. It informed him that his mother was in critical condition. He took the midnight train in hope of arriving in time to see his mother, Iku, in her last moments, but she passed away two hours before he could reach her. Following this Enryō refused to attend all of his scheduled lectures and hid himself away in the Philosophy Shrine in mourning (it was during this period of mourning that he wrote New Proposal in Philosophy, a culmination of his philosophical writings, which he dedicated to the woman who had raised him). His bag was quite famous. It was two shaku long [approx. 50 with him for decades, and he had never let it go. It was his class-were only for a short moment, such as when on the train. It was manuscripts for journals, and kept records of his travels. His 168
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