I wrote the amount on each ang pow. When Chinese New Year came, just after the Alzheimer's diagnosis, I thought all Ma could do was hand out the ang pows.

She was to have four classes that morning—shamisen, dance, tea ceremony, and a form of singing we call nagauta.

The bibliographists of this century are like the schoolmen of the thirteenth, and will hereafter be held in equal estimation by their votaries and opponents: their time has been employed in empty discussion, not upon any satisfactory object […]

But Vernon’s arrangements do an impeccable job of imbuing his older material with that same vibeyness.