Yesterday I spent almost half a day searching books concerning wizards and witches which, I think, must be helpful for the term paper of the third year seminar sudents. At first I put the word "witch" on the network of Amazon, and there appeared over 2400 entries.
Sorting out books on the screen for the purpose, I was really amazed the numbers of the stories dealing with wiches, or books pulished under titles of "witches" or "witch craft". There are numerous books written in Japanese as well as in English. Through the searching I have no doubt convinced thet we are likely to love witches better than wizards. It is very interesting and I think it is worth trying to investigate this phenomenon.
Of course I myself love witches very much. Especially I have been affected by ogresses which make their entrance into Japanese folktales like "An Ogress and a Cowherd" "Three Charms". Actually you should rather call them "yamanba" in Japanese. Why? I know why I love them. I very much sympathize with them deeply, because they are in solitude and exist on the periphrey.
Sometimes, but not so often, I found myself engaged in searching through bookshelves a certain book. I know it is a kind of wasting my time, but I can not quit trying to find the book. It must be somewhere in a bookshelf, I'm sure, but I have to find the book, because I do need it for tomorrow's class or my research paper. Usually as soon as you quit searching it, or forget to find it, the book appears suddenly out of nowhere. Or if only you have to pretend to stop searching, the book might be found. Sometimes this is a case.
Yesterday I could not quit searching a certain book with no clear reason, but I spent a couple of hours. I knew I was doing useless thing. Finally I decided to get another copy, so I ordered the copy through Internet. After closing down Internet and putting away my Dynabook and when I happened to take a glance at a bookshelf, I found the book. It is a truth in life.
By the way I also found another truth in life recently. There are some people you cannot work with. Foolishly I have been thinking that you can understand each other, so I have endured whatever I have had since that group bullying. At that time they said to me, " Your diary is hurting someone." " Your diary is looking down on us. My husband said so too." " Do not write the diary. Do not write about children." They never mentioned "where" or "what" or "who". You should have quitted at that time, but I have willingly suspended my distrust about the people. No longer now.
You should not quit something which is worth trying, such as looking for a missing book in your bookshelves, but occationally you should quit anything when you sense something insulting and unrespected. That is the truth which I have found. The last diary was, I must admit, provocative one, but, even though, I expected they would give up reading the capital lettered diary, because of the bother of consulting a dictionary. My message was not carried down properly to them. Instead, a woman rahter said to me, " You are an inconsiderate person. You did what others didn't want to be done. Since you have not learned what you should have at preschool, your English is vulgar as well as Japanese." Again no mentioning "where" or "what" or "to whom". Thank you very much. I have to reap what I have sown, but I never wanted to be insulted any more.