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はてなキーワード: DONとは
NAOEを彼女と呼んでいいのかそれ以外のオプションで呼ぶべきなのかは不明
Assassin’s Creed Shadows Launches November 15, Features Dual Protagonists in Feudal Japan | UBISOFT
Naoe and Yasuke’s disparate personalities also lead them to have different relationships and rapports with other characters, and they don’t always feel the same way about people, nor do people always feel the same way about them. Romantically, they will also attract and be attracted to different types of people. Through the pair, players will get to experience a multitude of relationships.
(ナオエとヤスケの異なるパーソナリティは、他のキャラクターとの関係や交流にも違いをもたらします。彼らは常に同じように人々を感じるわけではなく、人々も常に彼らを同じように感じるわけではありません。ロマンチックな面でも、彼らは異なるタイプの人々を引き付け、また引き付けられます。この二人を通じて、プレイヤーは多様な関係を体験することができます。)
ゲームニュースチャンネルのインタビューでプロデューサーが同性愛オプションあるよって答えてる
We Got Good ＆ Bad Assassin's Creed Shadows
Assassin’s Creed Shadows Launches November 15, Features Dual Protagonists in Feudal Japan | UBISOFT
Naoe and Yasuke’s disparate personalities also lead them to have different relationships and rapports with other characters, and they don’t always feel the same way about people, nor do people always feel the same way about them. Romantically, they will also attract and be attracted to different types of people. Through the pair, players will get to experience a multitude of relationships.
(ナオエとヤスケの異なるパーソナリティは、他のキャラクターとの関係や交流にも違いをもたらします。彼らは常に同じように人々を感じるわけではなく、人々も常に彼らを同じように感じるわけではありません。ロマンチックな面でも、彼らは異なるタイプの人々を引き付け、また引き付けられます。この二人を通じて、プレイヤーは多様な関係を体験することができます。)
ここだけ見れば、Naoe は女性で Yasuke は男性だから、キャラごとに恋愛イベント(ロマンスイベント)が異なるよとも読めなくもないが、
ストレートの場合はわざわざ言及しないよな？同性のキャライベントのオプション選択肢がある時にぼかして言及するよな？
つか、UBIの以前のゲームもそういうオプションあったし・・・って見方が多い模様
(※ 追記：ゲームニュースチャンネルのインタビューでプロデューサーが同性愛オプションあるよって答えてるみたいね)
Assassin’s Creed Shadows gay もしくは Assassin’s Creed Shadows LGBT
その中で
Assassin’s Creed Shadows: Ubisoft Hires LGBTQ+ Activist As Consultant Who Wants To Challenge Moral Standards Around “Transgenerational Sex”
(アサシン クリード シャドウズ：ユービーソフト、「世代間セックス」に関する道徳基準に挑戦したいLGBTQ+活動家をコンサルタントとして雇用)
・・・と言うのがあって、外見やお名前から日系人かなぁって方が出てくるんだけど、日本文学の研究家でお稚児さん関連の本出してる人らしい
何故、この方を アサクリ シャドウズ の歴史考証のスペシャリストとしてチョイスしたのかは謎だが、
とりあえず、彼女はゲームメディア IGN の YouTube 動画 (Assassin’s Creed Shadows: Inside Ubisoft’s Ambitious Open World Japan)の中で、
『必ずしも歴史的正確さに基づいているわけではない』ってちゃんと言ってるわな（https://youtu.be/0haRi_hHZoU?t=853）
ただ、『誠実で敬意持ったものです』とか言いつつ、明らかさまに間違えてる日本風習やデザインを止められなかった、団体や文化財の無断利用・利用料無視の件を見るに、
(ハイブランドのアジア人蔑視のヤベー広告も炎上したよね、Valentino、D＆G、DIORとか)
つか、日本には『異世界』とか『なろーっぱ』とかいう伝家の宝刀がありましてな、『なろーじゃぱん』だぞって言えば歴史考証する必要無かったのになぁ感
それをしないのは、映画でも伝統的にそうだったように、『ジャップランドはどんな風に書いてもOK』っていう白人様の意識がおそらく強過ぎるんだろうな
あと、弥助の出身の部族やカトリックの宣教師が同性愛に寛容だった可能性はほぼゼロと言って良いが、まぁ、いまは16世紀ではなく、21世紀、2024年ですからね
弥助も出てくる仁王のコエテクは現代的な時代劇(フィクション)として『Rise of the Ronin』(PS5独占タイトル)出してます
ほんで、『Rise of the Ronin』の主人公キャラクターは様々な人種に設定できるし、劇中で同性との恋愛イベントもあるわけなんだけど、別に批判はどこからも出てないのよね
それは、極めて現代的な見た目のデザインからしてフィクションとわかるのはもちろんのこと、
開発者は歴史的正確さについてアピールしてない上に、ゲームを始める前にも念押しで下記のように出るから
アサクリでもちゃんと似たような文言は出るもん！！！って言うけど、Rise of the Ronin と アサクリ シャドウズ が違ったところは、
何故か BBC などのニュースメディア や Xbox や 各種ゲームメディアのインタビューで『なろーじゃぱんです！』アピールではなく、
下記のように言って回った事に尽きるよね
言って回ってることが確認できる一例：
Assassin's Creed director: The right time to take series to Japan | BBC
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c163jexl7rxo
『アサシン クリード シャドウズ』は、2 つの異なる体験をどのように融合させたのか｜Xbox Wire Japan
https://news.xbox.com/ja-jp/2024/05/16/assassins-creed-shadows-interview/
まぁ下記の日本のことわざがあると主張する歴史改竄の一派か（アサクリ以前から歴史改竄やってる https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240722235805#)
"For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood "
ジャップランドはどう扱ってもいいと考える人種差別主義者の作品なのかと懸念するのは、正常なことに思えます
(そもそも、日系人っぽい人や日本にいたことがある人が監修に参加してるのに、あからさまに間違ったままなことについても、
EXPOで市販されているゾロの刀を何故か展示してたことについても、文化財の無駄借用についても説明無し)
これ欧米だけで出した方がいいと思うけどなぁ、熱心なUBI信者以外は誰も買わんのでローカライズ費用が無駄だと思う
https://youtu.be/ppkztU_1Y4U?t=18
アサクリに関係ない話です
いろいろ見て回ってたら腐女子についてこう書かれてたよ。なんかいっちょがみするの好きな増田とブクマカを兼ねてる増田は腐女子だと思うんだけど、
こういう認識持たれてるみたいなんで、お行儀よくしましょうね（基本的に対象キャラは未成年だしな)
No, just a runaway fujoshi with a shotacon fetish trying to legalize it.
14本ですね。
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裁判所は予備罪が増えると判断つかなくて困るという判例も読んだ覚えがある
えー事務所構えて名簿盗んできたり詐欺マニュアル用意したら詐欺予備罪じゃないの？ しかし裁判所では通用しない（法律がないから
酔いつぶれた女の横で男がパンツ脱ぎはじめたら、それはパンツに蜂が入ったかもしれないが、そうでなければ準強制わいせつも予想しうるから、触ってなくても予備罪になりうるはず（しかしこれも法律がない
落とし穴を掘るスコップを買うのは罪にならない、犯罪準備認定可能な範囲は曖昧だから認定しないという、ドイツのナチス系の法律家が言ったもんだ
そんな怪しげな説より、むしろ李下に冠を正さずの実践を推進すべき
leave no room for scandal;
don't do anything that can be misinterpreted
このたびはズサーヤ大学を卒業いたしまして、この4月よりミジンコ商事に就職することとなりました。
ｷﾃﾈ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!
ﾅﾆｶﾀﾘﾅｲﾉｫ...
I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm doing it very carefully.
生きるか死ぬかの2択でしか物事を考えない、ファルコムゲーマー！
ボクサーの卵、いらっしゃい
クラブのレッスン プールの監視 リムジンのドライバー プライベートも充実中
人間、失敗するのはあたりまえ。
生きてるんだもの。
ｽｯ（ ´∀｀）いえーい！
( ´∀｀ )σ)∀`) ほっほっほっ
≡≡≡ヘ(*ﾟ∇ﾟ)ﾉ ≡≡≡ キテネ･･･
はじめまして。出来ればこんな記事を始まりにしたくなかったですが、名出しでコメントを残す事に抵抗があったので、私が参加した理由と、今後の日本どうしたらいいんだろうという話を、ぶつ切りで勝手にしていきます。
※匿名の理由は身内に名前と文章の二つでピンとこられたら嫌だったからです。身内が無関心だったら書いてた。
※頭の中でグルグルしてたものを解消するための個人的な日記です。誤字脱字はご愛嬌。
※コメントは見ません。
※何が言いたいのか自分でも良くわからんので何となくでよろしくお願いいたします。苦情は受け付けません。
まず、よく「署名はやり過ぎ。ポリコレやフェミと一緒」と言われていますが、混同したらそれこそ駄目なところじゃないかと私は思います。
なぜなら今回の問題と、俗に言われる歪んだポリコレや歪んだフェミニストたちには大きく違いがあるんです。どういう事か。
【比較】
《今回の問題》
・歪めた史実を史実かのように扱い、しまいには世界中に言い回っているところが問題視されてるのであって、表現内容自体は問題視されていない(一部著作権や文化財使用の違反などあるが、そこはとりあえず今は控える)。
・資料をもってして、正しいか正しくないかのジャッジが用意にできる。
・可愛くて胸の大きい女性,(例えそういう世界観であっても)黒人やマイノリティを登場させない事など、表現内容自体が批判の的になっており、何より「これが蔑視だ！」などと言い出すし、一度世にだすとポスターや出版物を取り下げるだけには収まらない。
・主張の元が完全に個人の主観でしかなく、資料でジャッジする事ができない。
私個人は、黄色人差別は当然あるものだと思っていたので、差別だなんだという部分はあまり主張したくないです。まああれだけあからさまな発言を公式インタビューでししまったのには驚きでしたが「やっぱそういう人もいるんだなぁ」くらいです。
これここ、初手が一番重要です。
「弥助でもいい」
などなど。
正直言いますと、私は署名に参加した身ではありますが、もしUbisoft側が『全世界のインタビューで』『弥助は侍じゃないし我々の描いたフィールドはほとんどがヘンテコジャパンだが、そういう面白おかしいゲームが作りたかった』と、言ってくれるならそれでいいし、その上で著作権や文化財問題をしっかり片付け、過去作の習慣通りに『この作品はフィクションです(以下略定型)」』をゲーム内に入れたのであれば、今度は『アサクリ別に発売してもいいんじゃないの運動』に全然参加していいと思ってます。むしろちゃんと解決したなら、発売してはならない理由も無くなるので、発売中止になったら理不尽です。
というかこの署名参加者の少なくとも4割以上は、条件さえ守れば発売していいと思っている人がほとんどじゃないでしょうか。コメントみる限りはそう思います。
署名で押したのならば、それで改心した相手には署名で支えればいいだけの話。
まあ今回の問題は海外勢やアサクリファンも関わるとその署名が現在の署名に勝るか不安要素は大きいですがね。そこはおいておいて。
この考えをしている人も、発売停止まで求めたら歪んだポリコレやフェミニストと一緒なのでしょうか。答えはノーでしょう。
さて、次です。
アサクリの問題は、根深い歴史改変が大きく関わってきてるので……と言いますか、彼らが取り上げた上で日本人の逆鱗ポイントを踏み抜かなかったらもっと恐ろしい事になっていたので、ある意味では彼らには感謝していい。
歴史改変がたった一人の男、ロックリーによって、Wikipediaと書籍ですでに15年ほど続けられていた。
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その結果。伝説の黒人侍弥助など、日本の間違った歴史が少しずつ史実として一部の黒人コミュニティ(兼ねて言うけど一部だからね)や一部の海外の人たちの間で定着してくる。
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弥助を見つけたUbisoftが諸悪の根源とアサクリシャドウズを生み出してしまう。
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例のインタビュー「史実に基づいて、日本の専門家にも話を聞きながら作った」
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いろいろあって炎上し続け、今に至る。
何となくお分かりいただけますか。アサクリというビックタイトルは「歴史改変を世に浸透させるためのキーポイント」なんじゃないかと思います。諸悪の根源の男に利用された感は否めません……だからこそ「Ubi目を覚ましてくれ！」と、言っているわけです。
あと大きな問題があって、ポリコレやフェミが当たり前になっても、嫌だけど、嫌だから嫌って反論してるんだけど……常識(モラル)が変わるだけです。しかし今回のこの所業を許してしまったら「日本の間違った歴史が常識になる」わけです。
「真に黒人差別をしていたのは日本で、イエズス会はむしろ救済者」とか「日本人には黒人の血が流れてる」とか……あげたらきりがないそれら、反論しても聞き入れてもらえない現象が起きます。こういった面倒臭いパターンを日本人ならよく知ってると思うのですが、慰安婦(に、限らず植民地時代の状況)とか。ここら辺持ち出すと変な人に噛みつかれそうですが、インフラ整備したのは日本だし、ハングルの確立は日本の功績大きいし、慰安婦は自分からお金を貰うため売春した人たちで無理やりはしてないし、当時を知る人ほど親日の人多いし……と、いうわけ何ですがご存知でしょうか。
少し脱線しましたが、簡潔に言うと、黒人差別問題における被害者と加害者それぞれの自慰に付き合わされるようになりかねないという話。
資料という証拠は完全にはゴミになりませんし、例として慰安婦問題ですが、アメリカを仲介者として「これ以上賠償金を求めません」という約束事がとりつけられるまでになりました。ですが、どうでしょう、ヨーロッパを巻き込んで支持者を集めるやり口を続けています。これが、真に資料がゴミになるという事。
わかりますかね。
あと、海外では歴史やモラルは専攻でもしない限りは親が教えるものという国も少なくないので、個人的に危惧する大きいポイントです。世代を重ねてどんどんヤバいものになってしまう可能性が大きい。
と、言うのもあって。
打てる手は早めに強いものを打った方がいいですよね。今はそれです。
そして署名は暗に「協力か戦犯か、どっちを選ぶ」と訊いている趣旨が強いと思います。
アサクリ問題はもう既に、ただの1ステップですね。もはやこれは国一つの歴史を守るためのネット戦争です。毎日のようにレスバが繰り広げられる地獄絵図に、風刺芸術まで出てきたので本当にすごい事になった。
アサクリシャドウズが取り下げられるか、開発が日本人の味方として手のひらを返すか……どちらのコースになっても、それで収まる問題じゃない事はもうお分かりいただけたでしょう。おそらく勘違いしている人がいる度に指摘しなくてはならない、そんな長期戦になると思います。
さて、
自信満々のその解答、あってますでしょうか。
答えは……真田……
信繁です。
大正解の人はガッツポーズして誇ってください。とりあえず「誰だよ信繁って。幸村だろ？」とかって思った人はそこになおって話聞いてください。マジでしらない人はこの際知識を持とう。
これを間違えるのむりもないんですよね。
幸村という名前は本人は名乗っておらず、後世、江戸時代の小説家が勝手につけたものです。徳川幕府を誤魔化し世に出すためのカモフラージュ説が有力なので、リスペクトが欠けているわけじゃないです。ただし、小説が有名になってしまったために、史実がねじ曲げられてしまった。
教科書も幸村、歴史番組も幸村。一応「(信繁)」ってあるけど、幸村は創作の名前で本人と関係がないというコラムもない。これで間違って覚えないはずがない。
なんというか、こういった事例は日本にもいくらでもあります。まあ大きな違いは、指摘されたら「へーそうなんだ」って思える人が日本人はほとんどで、今歴史改変を行っている人やそれを信じている人はそうはならないところで、全然違うんですけど、なんでこの話が持ち出されたのか。
個人的に、日本にとって不利な部分だと感じるからです。間違いなく弱みとして持ち出されて足枷となる。
そこで国学。
古事記など日本の昔の書物は、実は江戸時代にはかなり存続が危うかった存在でした。しかし、本居宜長という人が記述を研究し、今に残されています。最高神が引きこもったり、尻毛や胸毛から木が生えたりするような面白い話が消えていたかと思うと、それだけで悲しいですね。
今回の問題だけでなく、移民など、国際化による問題というのは沢山あり、全て無関係ではなく、地続きだと思います。そんな中、国とは何なのか、民族とは何なのかが問われているんじゃないでしょうか。
《私の本当に個人的な考え方》
私の思う日本人は、日本の伝統を決して軽んじず、歴史と文化を守りたいと思う心が持てる人です。例え出身国が違っても、その心を持てる人であれば、もう日本人でしょう。逆に、文化財を傷つけたり、余所の国への配慮が圧倒的に欠ける人は、日本人であっても恥さらしだと感じます。
特に日本は、世界有数の古い国です。貴重な自分の国を守るためにも、歴史を知ることの大切さを、改めて痛感します。
と、いったことをごちゃごちゃと書き連ねる日記でした。最後に、署名文としてコメントする気満々だった英文を置いて終わりにしたいと思います。
ネイティブの方からすればおかしいところも多いでしょうが、自身の知識とネットの情報を擦り合わせて、近い表現を選ぶように尽力いたしました。私ごときの文で恐縮ではございますが、ご自由にお使いいただければと思います。
I like yasuke but I don't like this game.
Because,This game isn't understanding Japanese history and culture.
However,it say "This game is faithful to history".
What's worse it say "If you don't agree this game,it's proof of racist you".We thinking The biggest issue is this points.
everyone don't say"This is faithful to history",tuly understand the history and culture of Japan,we think…then it's ok,make it entertaining funny Japan.We will be fun and LMAO instead of angry.
For example,Many stupid Sengoku period games from Japan.
Japan have a"apologize anyway"culture.
You apologize anyway,say"This game isn't faithful to history,Funny Japan fiction make willfully by us"and"Yasuke isn't SAMURAI, but we really want to SAMURAI Yasuke appear our game.So we twisted the Japanese history"in all country interview.
If you inform correct information,A lot of Japanese will be convinced.
If you break a little courtesy,We stop sales all our might.
I hope perceiving mistakes you.
私は弥助が好きですが、このゲームは好きではありません。
だというのに「このゲームは史実に忠実です」と言っています。もっと酷い事に「このゲームに賛同しないのは差別主義者である証拠だ」とまで言われてしまっている。私たちが思う大きな問題はこの点です。
史実に忠実などと言わなければ、日本を理解した上で面白可笑しく娯楽を作る事は構いません。私たちは怒るどころか、大笑いしながら楽しむでしょう。
(事実)例として、日本産作品でも、戦国時代を面白可笑しく描写した作品はたくさんあります。
日本には、とりあえず謝罪をするという文化があります。まずは謝罪をし、全ての国のインタビューで「このゲームの内容は全てフィクションで、我々が勝手に面白可笑しく描いた日本だ」「弥助は本来侍ではないが、どうしても侍として描きたかったので日本の歴史をねじ曲げた」と言い、正しい情報を伝えれば、多くの日本人は納得する事でしょう。
これを聞いても、たった少しの礼儀を欠くようであれば、私たちは発売を全力で阻止します。
In an interview with The Times, Sir Keir was presented with a question posed by author JK Rowling on whether people who are born male and have gone through a legal transition process should be able to use female-only spaces.
Writing on X, formerly Twitter, the Harry Potter author, who has said she would “struggle to support” Labour if he does not change his stance on trans rights, asked: “Do biological males with gender recognition certificates have the right to enter women-only spaces? It’s a simple yes/no question.”
In response, Sir Keir said: “No. They don’t have that right. They shouldn’t. That’s why I’ve always said biological women’s spaces need to be protected.”
タイムズのインタビューで、スターマー氏は、J.K.ローリングによって提起された、男性として生まれ、法的な性別移行プロセスを経た人が女性専用のスペースを使用できるべきかどうかという質問を受けました。
「X」（旧Twitter）で、「ハリー・ポッター」シリーズの著者であり、もしスターマー氏がトランスジェンダーの権利に関する立場を変えなければ「労働党を支持するのに苦労する」と述べているローリングは、「性別認識証明書を持つ生物学的男性には、女性専用スペースに入る権利があるのか？これは単純なイエス／ノーの質問です」と問いかけました。
これに対し、スターマー氏は「いいえ、その権利はありません。あるべきではありません。だからこそ、私は常に生物学的女性のスペースを保護する必要があると言ってきました」と答えました。
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108, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ，10-FEET/閃光
109, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Pride Of Lions
110, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Burning Scale
111, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/The Last Ninja
112, A Contratiempo Ska-Jazz/Kamusari
115, Blechreiz，Memoria Insuficiente Ska/Bumble Bee
117, Desorden Público/Música de Fiesta
118, Distemper/All Colors Crew
119, Eastern Standard Time/Sei Pazzo
121, Fanfare Ciocarlia/Cruzzzando el Compooo
122, Frau Doktor/Birks Works
123, Gypsy Ska Orquestra/El Majestuoso Imperio de Satanas
124, Karamelo Santo，Los Calzones/El Ritmo Indecente
125, La Parranda Magna/Crueldad Animal
128, Let's Go Bowling/Hot-Buttered
129, Los Calzones/Caras y Caretas
130, Los Calzones/La Felicidad
133, Los De Abajo/De Marcha
134, Los Tres Puntos/Perpetua
135, Madness/Night Boat to Cairo
137, Mocca Garden/บรึ๋ย (กลัวนะครับ OST ปอบหน้าปลวก)
138, Mocca Garden/ฮักสาวตาซัง
140, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/Laisse tomber less filles
141, New Lion Ska/Quizas tu amor
142, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/Blowout
143, No Water Please/MA&PA
144, Off Beat Xperiment/Intentions
145, Oi-SKALL MATES/I can't Stay with You
146, Oi-SKALL MATES/Enjoy yourself
147, Oi-SKALL MATES/TALIO
148, Operation Ivy/Yellin' In My Ear
149, Out Of Control Army，Dr.Shenka/Al Fondo del Mar
150, Out Of Control Army，The Locos/Quién devuelve el tiempo?
151, Out Of Control Army/Lilith
152, Plegue Of Happiness/REBEL YOUTH
153, Plegue Of Happiness/TUNJAL
155, Quit Ska Jazz/Cold Duck Time
156, Random Hand/Devil With a Microphone
157, Reel Big Fish/Don't Stop Skankin'
158, ROUTE85/Over the Limit
160, Russkaja/Rock'n Roll Today
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162, Russkaja/Love Revolution
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168, Sessiones Reggae/Barracas Ska Tango
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ChatGPT
はい、「まんじゅうこわい」は古典落語の有名な演目の一つです。この物語は、ある男が「まんじゅう（和菓子）が怖い」と嘘をついて、他の人たちがその嘘を信じてまんじゅうを彼のところにたくさん持ってくる話です。彼は実はまんじゅうが大好きで、この嘘を利用してまんじゅうをたくさん手に入れます。この話は、欲張りや嘘の愚かさを面白おかしく描いています。
「まんじゅうこわい」に完全に一致する英語のことわざや言い回しはありませんが、似たような概念を持つフレーズとして「Reverse psychology（逆心理学）」があります。これは、人が望んでいることを手に入れるために、あえてその逆のことを言う技術を指します。
例えば、「I don't want any chocolate, it's too sweet for me」と言って、本当はチョコレートが欲しいことを暗に伝えるような状況です。「まんじゅうこわい」の場合も、主人公がまんじゅうを怖がるふりをすることで実際にはたくさんのまんじゅうを手に入れるので、逆心理学の一例と言えるでしょう。
Claude
はい、「まんじゅうこわい」という言葉を知っています。これは日本の有名な落語の演目のタイトルです。
この落語は、まんじゅうが怖くて食べられない男性の滑稽な物語です。主人公は、子供の頃にまんじゅうを喉に詰まらせた経験から、まんじゅうに対する強い恐怖心を持つようになりました。
物語の中で、主人公はさまざまな状況でまんじゅうに遭遇し、それを避けようとする姿が描かれます。この落語は、不合理な恐怖心や固定観念をユーモアたっぷりに描いており、聴衆を楽しませると同時に、人間の心理についても考えさせる内容となっています。
Gemini
「まんじゅうこわい」は、古典落語の演目の一つで、広く知られた噺です。あらすじは以下の通りです。
長屋の若い衆が集まって、「怖いもの」の話をしていました。へび、たぬき、クモ、こうもり、毛虫、アリなど、様々な怖いものが話題に上がります。しかし、松つぁんだけは、怖いものが何もないらしいのです。
ところが、松つぁんには、なんと「まんじゅう」が怖いという秘密がありました。名前を聞くのも、見るのも、言うのも、触るのも、全てが怖いというのです。
この話を聞いた若い衆たちは、松つぁんをからかおうと、まんじゅうを使って様々ないたずらをします。障子に穴を開けてまんじゅうを見せたり、まんじゅうを投げつけたり、まんじゅうを枕元に置いて寝かせたりと、松つぁんを次々と恐怖に陥れます。
しかし、松つぁんは必死に我慢し、ついにまんじゅうを食べる決心をするのです。そして、一口食べてみると、まんじゅうは想像以上に美味しくて、松つぁんの恐怖は消えてしまいます。
こうして、松つぁんはまんじゅうの恐怖を克服し、若い衆たちからも尊敬されるようになったというお話です。
「まんじゅうこわい」は、ユーモラスな語り口と意外な展開で、多くの人々に愛されている落語作品です。また、克服できない恐怖心を持つ人間心理をコミカルに描いた作品としても評価されています。
線路は続くよどこまでも、って元はこんな歌詞だったの？ブラック労働じゃん。日本語版との差が怖くて泣いちゃった。
『線路は続くよどこまでも』（せんろはつづくよどこまでも、原曲名 I've Been Working on the Railroad）は、アメリカの民謡。
日本では佐木敏作詞の歌詞が付けられ、明るく楽しい汽車旅を歌っている。
文献上は1894年版の『Carmina Princetonia』（プリンストン大学のグリークラブ用の曲集）に「堤防の歌」(Levee Song)のタイトルで載せられているのがもっとも古い。
歌詞は黒人英語で「I been wukkin' on de railroad」になっている。
I've Been Working on the Railroad
I've been working on the railroad 俺は線路で働いている
I've been working on the railroad 俺は線路で働いている
Just to pass the time away あっという間に時間が過ぎてゆく
Don't you hear the whistle blowing 警笛が鳴り響くのが聞こえるだろ
Rise up so early in the morn こんな朝っぱらから起きろってさ
Don't you hear the captain shouting 親方の叫び声が聞こえるだろ
Dinah, blow your horn ダイナ、警笛を吹き鳴らせってさ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow your ho-o-orn ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ、お前の警笛を
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.
Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.
It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.
Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.
Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.
Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”
A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”
Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.
The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.
The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.
When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.
At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.
My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.
When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.
All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.
His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.
Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.
Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.
I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.
(39)
Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.
Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.
The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eat—indeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.
The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.
(40)
I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.
This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
