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T-kiseru-R06-v1 — 芥川龍之介「煙管」 sections 一 and 二, single pass

R06 output, i.e. R04 step 2 stopped before the self-revision (R04 §Procedure 2a). Frozen as its own artifact, in its own commit, before the revision was begun. Source: workshop/canon/kiseru/source.txt, 1,732 non-space characters, sections 一 and 二 entire.

Contamination: suspected, and measured. Against Glenn W. Shaw's "The Pipe" (Tales Grotesque and Curious, Hokuseido 1930, Project Gutenberg #78105): section 一 alone is clean at a longest shared run of 7 tokens; the whole draft carries a 13-token run and two shared 12-grams. Full figures, the run verbatim, and what can and cannot be concluded from it: workshop/translations/kiseru/R04-v1/translation.md §Contamination. The comparator was not opened by the translator — extracted mechanically to a scratch file and read only by tools/dependence_check.py.

A departure from the standing selection-gate order, declared rather than glossed. CLAUDE.md's rule is that contamination is measured before the rest is drafted; the practice sessions S049/S050/S056 established is to draft unit A, gate it, then continue. This session drafted both sections in one pass and gated afterwards, measuring 一 and 一+二 separately. The gate therefore functioned as a flag on section 二 rather than as a gate on it, which is the failure mode the standing rule was written against. Nothing was lost in fact — a lead draft costs nothing to discard — but the order was wrong and the artifact says so.

一

Maeda Narinaga, lord of Kanazawa Castle in the district of Ishikawa in the province of Kaga, never went up to the main keep of Edo Castle during his term of attendance without carrying his favourite pipe. It was a pipe of the most studied refinement, the work of Sumiyoshiya Shichibei, the noted pipe-maker of the day: solid gold throughout, and strewn over with the sword-and-plum-blossom crest.

Under the shogunate's ordering of these things the House of Maeda had, ever since the fifth lord, Tsunanori, Governor of Kaga, been stationed in the Great Corridor, and its place in the order of precedence had for generations stood immediately below the three houses of Owari, Kii and Mito. As for wealth, there was scarcely a lord in the land, great or small, who could be set beside it. That Narinaga, as the head of such a house, should carry a pipe of solid gold was therefore no more than carrying an ornament proper to his station.

Narinaga, however, took an extreme satisfaction in owning it. Let it be said at once that his satisfaction had nothing whatever to do with any fondness for the pipe itself, in any sense of the word. What pleased him was the ground of his own power — the power to put such a pipe to his lips as a matter of daily habit — standing above that of the other lords. He was gratified, in other words, and it may be put exactly so, that the million koku of Kaga had turned into a pipe of solid gold which he could carry about with him anywhere.

That being so, Narinaga was scarcely ever parted from the pipe for the whole time he was in attendance. When he was talking to someone, naturally; but even when he was alone he would draw it out of his breast, set it grandly between his lips, and sit unhurriedly sending up the high fragrance of Nagasaki leaf or something of that grade.

This gratified feeling of his was not, perhaps, of so overweening a kind as to make him flaunt either the pipe or the million koku the pipe stood for. But whether he flaunted it or not, the attention of the whole palace was plainly, to all appearance, gathered upon that pipe; and to be conscious of its being so gathered gave Narinaga a considerable pleasure. Indeed, once a lord seated beside him had said that the pipe was so very fine he should like to be granted the favour of looking at it a moment, even the smoke of the tobacco he smoked every day seemed to sting his tongue afterwards more agreeably than usual.

二

Among all those whose eyes were startled by Narinaga's pipe of solid gold, the ones fondest of making a topic of it were the class known as the shaven-heads. Whenever two of them met they put their noses together and matched their practised volubility over this "Kaga pipe".

"Well, that is a great lord's article and no mistake."

"Even among such articles, a thing like that has its melting-down value."

"Put it in pawn and what would they lend on it, I wonder?"

"Who would put it in pawn? You might, but nobody else would."

Something like that was the tone of it.

Then one day, when five or six of them had their round heads in a row and were taking a pipeful and gossiping about the pipe as usual, Kōchiyama Sōshun, of the tea-room service, happened to come along — the man who was, in later years, to play the leading part among the Six Poetic Immortals of the Tempō era.

"Hm. The pipe again."

Kōchiyama looked at the company of shaven-heads down the side of his nose and made a show of indifference.

"The chasing, the metal — it is a fine thing, whichever you look at. For the likes of us, who have not even a pipe of silver, it is poison to the eyes only to —"

Ryōtetsu, the shaven-head who was holding forth in this vein, suddenly noticed that Sōshun had at some point drawn Ryōtetsu's own pipe-case over to himself, was charging it with tobacco out of it, and was calmly blowing the smoke out in rings.

"Here, here — that is not your tobacco-pouch."

"No matter."

Sōshun, without so much as turning his face towards Ryōtetsu, charged the pipe again. And having smoked it out, he gave a bored yawn, tossed the pouch back down, and said:

"Ugh, what bad tobacco. A connoisseur of pipes, they call him. It is enough to make a man stare."

Ryōtetsu hurriedly put the pouch away.

"Ah well — with a pipe of solid gold, even this might just be smokable."

"The pipe again," Kōchiyama repeated. "If solid gold is such a blessing, why don't you go and ask to be given the pipe?"

"Ask to be given it?"

"Just so."

Even Ryōtetsu seemed taken aback by the man's utter want of ceremony.

"However greedy you may think me — if it were only silver, now, that would be another matter. But it is solid gold, you know. That pipe."

"Obviously. It is because it is solid gold that one gets it given. Where is the man who goes and asks to be given a brass thing worth nothing?"

"All the same, that would be a little presumptuous."

Ryōtetsu gave his cleanly shaven head a slap and made a gesture of being overwhelmed.

"If you won't have it, I will. Mind you don't envy me afterwards."

So saying, Kōchiyama knocked out his pipe, shrugged his shoulders, and gave a sneering laugh.