He never had known that Onabasha was so large.

On its crowded streets he did not feel that he could sift the population through his fingers, nor could he open doors and search houses without an excuse.
Some small boys passed him eating bananas, and the Harvester looked at his watch and was amazed to find that the day had advanced until two o'clock in the afternoon.

He was tired and hungry.

He went into a restaurant and ordered lunch; as he waited a girl serving tables smiled at him.

Any other time the Harvester would have returned at least a pleasant look, and gone his way.