Next, Yojiro said he would take Sanshiro to an authentic variety theater.
They turned into another narrow side street and entered a place called Kiharadana. They heard a storyteller whose name was Kosan.
When they came out after ten o’clock, Yojiro asked once again, How’s that? Sanshiro could not say he felt satisfied, but neither was he totally unsatisfied.
Yojiro then launched into a discourse on kosan.
Kosan was a genius.
Artist of his caliber were rarity.
He seemed common enough because you thought you could hear him whenever you liked, which was doing him a disservice.
It was our great good fortune to be alive at the same time as kosan. If we had been born a little earlier or a little later, we could never have heard him perform.
En’yu was good too, but his style was different.
When En’yu played a jester, you enjoyed it because it was En’yu as a jester. Kosan in the same part was enjoyable because he became a character quite separate from kosan himself.
If you were to hide the En’yu part of a character that En’yu was playing, the character would disappear.
You could hide the Kosan part of kosan’s character and the character would still be there as lively as ever.
That was what made kosan great.