Page Ten from Zennipo

We were in the same Senior Society, and
while we were never intimate I always had the impression
that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with
some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.

He and I are same Senior Socielty but not gay together. I'm thinking concept that really he is liking me and thinking I'm good and he is wanting I'm like him too with some rough disobedient melancholy of his own.

We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.
‘I’ve got a nice place here,’ he said, his eyes flashing about
restlessly.
Turning me around by one arm he moved a broad flat
hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken
Italian garden, a half acre of deep pungent roses and a snub-
nosed motor boat that bumped the tide off shore.
‘It belonged to Demaine the oil man.’ He turned me
around again, politely and abruptly. ‘We’ll go inside.’

We is talking on house porch and it's sunny day and he is saying me about his nice place and his eyes are shimmer about busily. He is turning me around by taking my arm and then he is moved a wide physically flat hand ahead the front scene in addition to a sweepen and sunken garden from Italia, and 1,011.71 square meters of deep highly flavored roses and a boat with a ignore nose and motor that is bumped the tide witerside. This belonging before to one man Mr. Oil Delaine. He is turning me around one more time and say politely and precipitously, "We will go inside."

We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-
colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French
windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming
white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a
little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room,
blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags,
twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the
ceiling—and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, mak-
ing a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

We walked inside through hallway very high up into shining bright light pink outer space suddenly, breakablely secure and back in house again having windows from France on both ends. The windows were slightly open and sparkle and white up near and close to grass outside but is coming in the house a little way. A light and gentle wind is blow in the room and is blow curtains in and out and other white flags is blow like to make twisting and blowing. On the ceiling there is cake from wedding and on the rug on the floor there is some wine in motioned. There is a shadow from the wind like the wind on the sea is making.

The only completely stationary object in the room was an
enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed
up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both
in white and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if
they had just been blown back in after a short flight around
the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to
the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic-
ture on the wall.

The only entirely not moving thing in the room was a very big sofa and two young women encouraged and sitting on balloons that are not floating away. Both women is wear white clothes one piece dresses and they are waving and waving rapidly after they are coming back inside and blowing after flying on balloons I think around the house. I necessity have standing before for some little minutes and listen to whips and snaps and curtains and one picture is complain on the wall.



This pagee is from Zennipo, and she is also write special encouragement letter to me:

Thanks to you Mister Dokdo is Korea for translating very important and famous book for Korean people. It's good so people is understand important English work and helping Korean peoples to understand deep meaning of good and famous book like Deo Geureat Getchubee. Next time maybe you can making translation of famous and important books of Korea into English for many English speaking peoples to have more understands of very important and famous in world culture affairs Korean history and books.