In Japanese art every flower has a meaning. Certain flowers
must never be seen together. Certain others must never be seen
apart. Then, again, everything goes in threes--blossoms, boughs,
or sprays. Even furniture has a meaning. The details of this
etiquette are endless, and, to the Occidental mind, bewildering,
unless one “has an imagination”--or, at least, an esthetic
sense to which its poetic features can appeal.--MARSHALL P.
WILDER, “Smiling ’Round the World.”
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