BOTCHAN
“No. The working hours may be reduced….”
“The working hours shortened and yet work more? Sounds funny.”
“It does sound funny… I can’t say definitely just yet… it means that we way have to ask you to assume more responsibility.”
I could not make out what he meant. To assume more responsibility might mean my appointment to the senior instructor of mathematics, but Porcupine is the senior instructor and there is no danger of his resigning. Besides, he is so very popular among the students that his transfer or discharge would be inadvisable. Red Shirt always misses the point. And though he did not get to the point, the object of my visit was ended. We talked a while on sundry matters, Red Shirt proposing a farewell dinner party for Hubbard Squash, asking me if I drink liquor and praising Hubbard Squash as an amiable gentleman, etc. Finally he changed the topic and asked me if I take an interest in “haiku.”[1] Here is where I
- ↑ The 17-syllable poem.
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