The traffic light is green but they say, Go, the traffic light is blue!


Is it because they live on the other side of the world, that the Japanese do almost everything opposite from what we do? 

Their day is, for the most part, our night; and, except that they do not walk on their heads instead of their feet, everything seems strangely topsy-turvy. Their books begin where ours end, and are written from top to bottom, from right to left, and in perpendicular instead of horizontal lines. Keys turn in their locks toward the left; and the kitchen is in the front of the house, while the parlor is in the rear. Horses stand in the stables with their heads where we place their tails; bells to the harness are always fastened on the hindquarters instead of the front; and men mount the animals from the off-side. Old men fly kites, and children look on. The carpenter draws his plane toward him; the tailor stitches from him. Ladies blacken their teeth instead of keeping them white; and gentlemen have trains to their trousers. This fashion gives them an irresistibly comic air. Their feet look as if thrust into the knees of the garment, and they shuffle along much like a man walking upon stumps.

If it were only their manners that appeared to us strange and twisted, we should be amused; but the thought of the crooked lives which grow out of an ignorance of the true God must make us sad, and fill us with a longing to send them the gospel. 



Drive on the left side of the road.