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Matthew Parris

What I learned going naked on the green mountain

The Japanese take a near-obsessive delight in washing, particularly in natural thermal baths

28 October 2017

9:00 AM

28 October 2017

9:00 AM

‘I was last night sent officially to witness the execution by harakiri (self-immolation through disembowelling) of Taki Zensaburo… As the harakiri is one of the customs of this country which has excited the greatest curiosity in Europe… I will tell you what occurred…’

In The Spanish Ambassador’s Suitcase, my anthology of dispatches from British diplomats abroad, this one, dating from 1868, is the oldest.

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