Only a few centuries ago, good manners sometimes meant the difference between life and death. Back in the Edo Period (1603-1868), even lower-ranking samurai had the right of ÇÐ’ÎÓùÃâ (kirisute gomen), which translates as ¡°permission to kill commoners for perceived affronts.¡±
These days, being ÀñƒxÕý¤·¤¤ (reigi tadashii, well-mannered) isn¡¯t quite so vital, but it is still taken for granted that ¥Þ¥Ê©`¤ÏÈ˱ú¤òÓ³¤¹(man¨¡ wa hitogara o utsusu, a person¡¯s manners reflect their character). Unfortunately for me, my manners are still calibrated to ¡°American.¡±
Imagine my concern, then, when my landlady invited me to tea. We don¡¯t interact much, but when I first met her to sign the lease, she had said, ¡¸¤¹¤´¤¯ÕæÃæÄ¿¤½¤¦¤ÊÈˤÀ¤«¤é°²ÐĤ·¤Æ¤¤¤ë¡¹ (Sugoku majimes¨na hito dakara anshin shite-iru, You seem like a very responsible young man, so I¡¯m not worried). But I was certain that within five seconds of setting foot in her ºÍÊÒ (washitsu, Japanese-style room), that illusion would be punched full of holes like the ÕÏ×Ó¼ˆ (sh¨ji gami, sh¨ji paper) windows in my house.

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