I Am the Clay



P. 3 Introduction

During the last retreat, when the Chinese and the army of the North swept down into the South, an old man and his wife fled from their village in the hills and embarked upon a panicky trek along the main road to Seoul and at one point scrambled with other refugees into a roadside ditch to avoid an approaching column of American tanks and jeeps. There they came upon the boy.

P. 14 Woman

The spirits took him to their world, leaving behind the clay of his body.

P. 22 Man

Much sense to wear the hat of mourning only for a mother and father: a wife is a stranger one can replace.

P. 121 Woman

Mother learned it from the pale man with the upside-down eyes who ate in the great house of the governor. Many learned it from him. And songs too. Have thine own way Lord, have thine own way, thou art the potter, I am the clay. Mother taught me.


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