I ought not to write about Japan at all, for I was there but three
short weeks, and rain or snow fell almost all the time, and I sailed
for America on the very day that the cherry blossom festivities began.
But--well, there is only one Fujiyama, and it is surpassingly beautiful
and satisfying--the perfect mountain--and I should feel contemptible if
I did not add my eulogy of it--my gratitude--to all the others.
Since, then, I am to say something of Fuji, let the way be paved.