COREENNES_SIX JOURS STACK010

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Her name is Sweetness, her other name is Gravity.
Diflicult names to fix on the Western face, where
the smile's erasure can (at best) become sadness,
but almost never this second key, this obscure side
of swoetness. As diflicult to describe as the restraint
of these young women, their integrity, their self
respect, everything that gives its untranslatable
freshness to the expression -so little "partisan"
when addressed to them -Cho myo tong mou:
comrade young girl...

One evening, at the intermission of The Story of
Sim Chon, I ran into Lee Hai-sun in front of the
theater gate. Sim Chon had just been tom away
from her poor blind father, to be thrown as bait to
the sca demons. The intermission stretched out the
uncertainty of her fate, and of course Lee Hai-sun
was sobbing, her handkerchief crumpled against her
face. I dared to teil her that, in order to help us
follow a somewhat discrepant plot, our Korean hosts
had provided us with a resumé and that everything,
tseemed, would work out for the best. lee Hai-sun,
who had seen the play two hundred times, looked at
me with suspicion: how coukd I be so sure of the
future? And, ceasing to en, she began reflecting on
the arid hearts of foreigners who exchange their
tears lor reasoning.