COREE STACK z013

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In Korean tales you glimpse more than you see. Lots ofapparitions, dreams, cracks
into another world of which only a wavering memory remains: "I am the figer you
saved yesterday." savs a pretty girl. And Sim Chon: "Your face I so dreamed of has
disappeared like the wind.." A have alread spoken of the Story of Sim Chon. which
or Korea is David Copperfield, the Book of'fobias and the Gotterdanmerung all rolled
into one).

Or the Holy Virgin, at that: when Sim Chon's mother, Lady Okjin, appears between the
crystal candles in Act IV (which takes place under the sea, you can't help but feel Fatima
rising in your esteen. (It may be worth stressing that at the end of the play, the blind see.)

So faraway, so inaccessible is the world of miracles, revealed only by tatters of fairies, beasts,
masked things, images furtive like the rumblings of a hidden God, narrow as the cracks in
the mirrors of enormous Korean closets, arrow-slits through which no Eurydice could
possibly return..