Yes. Even the drips of glaze and the kiln scars that only fired pottery has become a landscape of mountains and water, raising before the guest's eyes the poetry of a riverbank in late autumn. This miraculous harmony and refined grace between food and vessel is the very essence of the tea kaiseki the atelier keeps alive. (N1 lesson 164)
Pass the blade to me. ...Hmph. Angled to the light, it yields a cutting potency that shears hair effortlessly, with an acute edge devoid of the slightest distortion. (N1 lesson 262)
