At that time, a black and thin gentleman came in, with a moustache, glasses and a stack of books, big and small. As soon as I put the book on the podium, I introduced myself to the students in a slow and frustrating tone: "My name is Fujino Genkuro ..."
This Mr. Fujino is said to be so vague in his clothes that he sometimes forgets his tie. Winter is an old coat, shivering.