And the Divine I have known as a friend and sister. She was beautiful in Western clothes. And she looked surpassingly lovely when she wore a Kimono. If I could but see, I would surely have said that she looked equally lovely in an Indian saree. To measure is to be apart and to assess is to be far away.
Distance alone can ensure description.
And these are the recollections of Mme. She was one of those blessed spirits that one learns to love heart and soul. She came from the far-off land of France. But it was my feeling that she was all along, like me, a daughter of Japan. I could swear that she was my very sister whenever she wore a Kimono.