Page Eleven by Dokdo Is Ours and The Guy Who Wrote the English in Rainbow's "Goship Girl"

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Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan
shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about
the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young
women ballooned slowly to the floor.

BOOM BOOM song start ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!

I'm Tom Buchanan wanna shekshy guy come into house wind out and curtain YEAH! (Dance move dance move shake ass shake ass)

It's two gull coming come-a come-a coming shekshy flower preddy preddy girl so shekshi so preddy!

Come on come on! Here we go!

The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was
extended full length at her end of the divan, completely
motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were
balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If
she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of
it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol-
ogy for having disturbed her by coming in.

It's baby girl baby! Yeah! She young! She young! She be younging more than other!

I don't know! I don't know! She a shopping preddy gull and acting can't see can't see me!

Sorry but I come in sorry but I come in! She hope no bother you!

The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she
leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression—
then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I
laughed too and came forward into the room.
‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’

And Daijee stand up! Stand up! Everybody put your hands up!

Smile like cutty heppy gull! Ah-lobu-yu!

[Cut to sad part of video: Daisy is in a wheelchair, paralysed. She cannot leave the hospital. The ballad singer enters her hospital room holding so many flowers his face cannot be seen. Daisy tries to stand, but cannot. She smiles weakly, her hope in the world restored. Her eyes fill with tears of happiness when he looks out from behind the five-hundred roses he is holding. Daisy is still paralysed. Slow, sad piano chords begin. Daisy drops something. It hits the ground and echoes. Begin ballad's third verse.]

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty,
and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face,
promising that there was no one in the world she so much
wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur-
mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve
heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people
lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less
charming.)

Repuh! Repuh! She repping gull! Ha ha ha! Keu-keu-keu!

Heppy repping gull!

I wanna see ya! I wanna see ya! I never wanna see so much ya! Hold your hand! Preddy shekshi preddy shekshi preddy shekshi

She whispeo to me (listen boy)

[dance move dance move: shake ass (if singer has ass) shake boobs (if singer is enhanced) shake camera (if band can't dance)

Try to start dance craze here!]

(Whispeo come closely)

(She say I want hanseng stylish!)

My lean on me when you're not strong!

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be. ***

At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me
almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back
again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered
a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of
apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete
self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.

Misseu Pakeo lip she sweety lip

move yo' lip! move yo' lip! Misseu give head back (she give good head)

balance Haptic phone it's frightening (phone so good! buy the phone!)

I'm sorry sorry sorry gotta lose it lose it balance! Sorry sorry! My lips I'm sorry!

She complete me! I's a stunning!

Kechupi shekshi nigger in Korea yeah! Fuck fuck motherfuck! yeah!

*** It's original lyrics! I think them by my own!

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.



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And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I
drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarce-
ly knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I
expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial man-
sion overlooking the bay.

It is many windy and many warm. Driving to seeing many friends are egg. They house many big and many beautiful and seeing beach.

The lawn started at the beach and
ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping
over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens—final-
ly when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright
vines as though from the momentum of its run.

They garden many big and going from beach to house many times. Many sun come to garden and come to house but many trees many strong and sun not come.

The front
was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with
reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon,
and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his
legs apart on the front porch.

In France many windows are many big and many rich. Tom Buchanan is intercoursing with the gold horse.

He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he
was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard
mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant
eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him
the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

He is New Haven many change. He is many big and many strong and American face many mouth. He is many hard. He is eyes many looking strong. He is seem like bastard, I thinking.

Not
even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide
the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those
glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you
could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder
moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enor-
mous leverage—a cruel body.

He is wearing girl clothes like gay but he is not gay. He is still something hard under clothes. I can see his hard making clothes tight. He is body many hard.

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the im-
pression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of
paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and
there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

He is speaking many hard and recalcitrancy. He is hate father and he is many like his friends. They go play but many think he bastard.

‘Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,’
he seemed to say, ‘just because I’m stronger and more of a
man than you are.’

“I am not making terminating decision,” he say. “I am many man having and many strong than you!”

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Across courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans.

See bay well-mannered? There Caucasian big house to trendily East (not Japan) Egg sparkling with water. The summer history start on evening drive there to many eat evening with the Tom Pukecannon.

Daisy was my second cousin once removed and I’d known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago. Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax.

Daijy my cousin was removed one time, I knew Tom removed Daijy, it was college. Two days he removed her and war them in town Chicago. Daijies husband, with many bodily finishing’s, had one powerful end. Modern Haven football he play. He nation’s person. One reaching a cute limit. He excellent twenty-one years old and after he saves and will not climax.

His family were enormously wealthy-even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach-but now he’d left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

His family was many money. He money free college and many approach. Now he leave town Chicago, come east like fashion, and breathing. He buy tiny rope horse from water trees. It was hard to see man age money like that.

Why they came east I don’t know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it-I had no sight into Daisy’s heart but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.

Why they come east? They no like west? They spend French year for reason none specific. They drift, no rest, and play rich polo with people other many money. The move solid. Daijy told me. She call me on phone. I don’t believe. In Daijy heart I can’t see Tom float. He like dramas on airplane-shaking and football game that he not find.

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Pagee Sebun is Pinishee by Mr. Pak

Hello! Everyoness. How are you doing today? May I introduce you? I am taxi driv in the Daegu. You can calling me to "Mr. Pak" and is age 67 year. We could be best friend of your in KOREA!

To be frankly, Every days is meeting various foreigner peoples. How I learn an English? I am a diligence and whole ones heartedly to translating the famous English literatures.

Do you know Kecthuppi? Pleas make comfortavle to reading a book! Its' a page 7 numbers... anda truly greatness, Ketchupi! Okay! Have a good time

The page 7.

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a
house in one of the strangest communities in North Ameri-
ca. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself
due east of New York and where there are, among other
natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.

At that time. Im' a serious accident and a rent a house. In American! (Its a mean "Beauttiful Counttrey" but hes a not so advance 5000 years historys like KOREA!() Its a in that place Rong IslandsSound. can you know it? If travle to KOREAN you can easily see various scenics like this, almost located in a places rich in the natural beautties, etc.

Actually Rong Islands villages place is a very feeling of a women inside of house, cooker and cleanings and teaching the childresn, that things. It's a my mind. Shes a like "S-line" (its' not fatty like America lady) . As for Rong Islands sonds sometimes I am surprising! Its' because a unusually things there I am looking.

Twenty
miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in
contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into
the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western
Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound.
They are not perfect ovals—like the egg in the Columbus
story they are both crushed flat at the contact end—but
their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual
confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a
more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every
particular except shape and size.

its came to express meaning of "unusually pendent testicles" that things. Not same like America man testicle. This testicle not good shape. They put in remind of story like great ships man "Yi Sun Shin" Do you know? OUR countrys greatness man is a DESTROY the Japan dog dastardly. So Japan testicle a deformity . Haha!!!

I lived at West Egg, the—well, the less fashionable of the
two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bi-
zarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My
house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the
Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented
for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.The one on my right
was a colossal affair by any standard—it was a factual imi-
tation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on
one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a
marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn
and garden. It was Gatsby’s mansion.

This twenty miles New Yorks from coming place so It's must be a Ketchupi style! (however Im' not yet know regarding Ketchupi. It's a momentry in good time we introduce. Im' a Nick Carrawy do'nt you know it? Sheis "narrator.")

Or rather, as I didn’t
know Mr. Gatsby it was a mansion inhabited by a gentle-
man of that name.

However

In that place (the Rong Irandes) there is many strange peoples but im' a relief! ~ Becaus they Niger peoples are live more South places also city places. Maybe a Jewish there too. Here is various white and only effluence peoples. It put me remind of Korea sayings: "The silk clothings warm even a cousin relative" - can you know it? It's a meanm: "as for myself I am many comfortable because effluence peoples is live proximity."

My own house was an eye-sore, but it
was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a
view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn, and
the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dol-
lars a month.

Actually as for my renthouse its' a primitive and a poverty (the American he say "a conjunctivists" 'pinkeyes' houses and like that.) So Iam shame. But because Im proximity the Ketchuppi greatness!! and various effluence peoples (aforemention), I must forebearance and edndure. A-hhooo ~ . Pay 80 dollar renthouse, that kinds of things.

Effluence peoples and Ketchuppi they house is put me remind "Geongbukkgung" (It a beautiful castle at a capitals SEOUL. Lets visting!)

Deo Geureat Kechupi Page six: From Chris Pak (Him is Korea people kkk)

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I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove. It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. ‘How do you get to West Egg village?’ he asked helplessly.

Me dog a had, but runned off after days some. No much own, but old bad Dahjee teurakeu and Pinish married woman. Her bed was made and food too, but her didn't speakee Korean. Why she no speak the Korean mother tong? My lonely felt. Morning some strangee foreigner ased my direcktions. Him said. "How you get to village West of the Egg?"

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees—just as things grow in fast movies—I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

I said he, "why you see village West of the Egg? See go Gyeongbukgung palace, Korea's palace for many hundred of year. Pitcrues with man with bad fake hair facial and guided tour too!" Felt me good.

There was so much to read for one thing and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides.

I breathed air clean as Seoul. I now neighborhood and my country home of Korea! I go to Kyobo read to the book. My buy 12 book on money, money making, and card credit to learn secret of Goldman. I make promise to read many book - book on Korea, book on our Dokdo island, book on evil Japan, and book on bad foreigner.

I was rather literary in college—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the ‘Yale News’—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the ‘well-rounded man.’ Tis isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, afer all.

I write for Korea Time, and know I people read my editaroil. Dey is impotent because they are quiet. My to be a good shaped person to serve and live my country. Know life much better through apateu window, right?

My think Chris pagee is funny because him made a English mistake... can you find? I see and every time laugh. Keep watchi and page seven come soon. DIO!

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I never saw this great-uncle but I’m supposed to look
like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled
painting that hangs in Father’s office.

I this grandfather brother can’t never see. We look same-same, both vely hansome. Like Tom Curuju! ㅋㅋㅋ I see in atuh of my father, so Im true! Reelly!

I graduated from New
Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father,
and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic mi-
gration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid
so thoroughly that I came back restless.

1915 year in I finishy unversty at Nyu Haybin. Nyu Haybin top number one unvirsity in world, so vely sumatuh and hansom! O K? ㅋㅋㅋ And my father after 25 year time finishy, too. So I going to away at dirty cuntry for quarrel. and it vely funny! and make me uptight. We cuntry number one, you know? my cuntry people vely nice and womans vely bootyfull. O K?

Instead of being the
warm center of the world the middle-west now seemed like
the ragged edge of the universe—so I decided to go east and
learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond
business so I supposed it could support one more single
man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were
choosing a prep-school for me and finally said, ‘Why—ye-
es’ with very grave, hesitant faces.

But I is these days “comsopolitan" man and “insatiable” man so I go way to east. So vely sumatuh and I want study to bond study. Many many man like teh bondage and I like too with many single mans. And my paymily said OH MY GOD!! Ah you crazy man?? ㅋㅋㅋ My brother fathers and brother father’s house peoples talking about that and they face like dead people.

Father agreed to finance
me for a year and after various delays I came east, perma-
nently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.
The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was
a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns
and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office sug-
gested that we take a house together in a commuting town
it sounded like a great idea.

My father vely many shame, and give me vely many moneys to until one year. I so hard to many thing until go east again. Forever I wanted that. That time was spring at 22 year becaujuh we have four seasons. You know? But we cuntry so bootyful and many mountian more than world! And plants is happy to people. Best weather in all where. So east new place vely dirty peoples. and I am OH MY GOD! but "gold mister" young hansom man is wnat to “cohabitation” and ride me to city so I so exciting to him!

It's from Kya! Very many thank to Kya!