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"
And
,
remembering
my
sea-cuny
's
patience
of
forty
years
'
waiting
ere
I
got
my
hands
on
Chong
Mong-ju
's
gullet
,
I
added
:
"
You
prison
curs
,
you
do
n't
know
what
a
man
is
.
You
think
a
man
is
made
in
your
own
cowardly
images
.
Behold
,
I
am
a
man
.
You
are
feeblings
.
I
am
your
master
.
You
ca
n't
bring
a
squeal
out
of
me
.
You
think
it
remarkable
,
for
you
know
how
easily
you
would
squeal
.
"
Oh
,
I
abused
them
,
called
them
sons
of
toads
,
hell
's
scullions
,
slime
of
the
pit
.
For
I
was
above
them
,
beyond
them
.
They
were
slaves
.
I
was
free
spirit
.
My
flesh
only
lay
pent
there
in
solitary
.
I
was
not
pent
.
I
had
mastered
the
flesh
,
and
the
spaciousness
of
time
was
mine
to
wander
in
,
while
my
poor
flesh
,
not
even
suffering
,
lay
in
the
little
death
in
the
jacket
.
Much
of
my
adventures
I
rapped
to
my
two
comrades
.
Morrell
believed
,
for
he
had
himself
tasted
the
little
death
.
But
Oppenheimer
,
enraptured
with
my
tales
,
remained
a
sceptic
to
the
end
.
His
regret
was
naïve
,
and
at
times
really
pathetic
,
in
that
I
had
devoted
my
life
to
the
science
of
agriculture
instead
of
to
fiction
writing
.
"
But
,
man
,
"
I
reasoned
with
him
,
"
what
do
I
know
of
myself
about
this
Cho-Sen
?
I
am
able
to
identify
it
with
what
is
to-day
called
Korea
,
and
that
is
about
all
.
That
is
as
far
as
my
reading
goes
.
For
instance
,
how
possibly
,
out
of
my
present
life
's
experience
,
could
I
know
anything
about
kimchi
?
Yet
I
know
kimchi
.
It
is
a
sort
of
sauerkraut
.
When
it
is
spoiled
it
stinks
to
heaven
.
I
tell
you
,
when
I
was
Adam
Strang
,
I
ate
kimchi
thousands
of
times
.
I
know
good
kimchi
,
bad
kimchi
,
rotten
kimchi
.
I
know
the
best
kimchi
is
made
by
the
women
of
Wosan
.
Now
how
do
I
know
that
?
It
is
not
in
the
content
of
my
mind
,
Darrell
Standing
's
mind
.
It
is
in
the
content
of
Adam
Strang
's
mind
,
who
,
through
various
births
and
deaths
,
bequeathed
his
experiences
to
me
,
Darrell
Standing
,
along
with
the
rest
of
the
experiences
of
those
various
other
lives
that
intervened
.
Do
n't
you
see
,
Jake
?
That
is
how
men
come
to
be
,
to
grow
,
how
spirit
develops
.
"
"
Aw
,
come
off
,
"
he
rapped
back
with
the
quick
imperative
knuckles
I
knew
so
well
.
"
Listen
to
your
uncle
talk
now
.
I
am
Jake
Oppenheimer
.
I
always
have
been
Jake
Oppenheimer
.
No
other
guy
is
in
my
makings
.
What
I
know
I
know
as
Jake
Oppenheimer
.
Now
what
do
I
know
?
I
'll
tell
you
one
thing
.
I
know
kimchi
.
Kimchi
is
a
sort
of
sauerkraut
made
in
a
country
that
used
to
be
called
Cho-Sen
.
The
women
of
Wosan
make
the
best
kimchi
,
and
when
kimchi
is
spoiled
it
stinks
to
heaven
.
You
keep
out
of
this
,
Ed
.
Wait
till
I
tie
the
professor
up
.
"
Now
,
professor
,
how
do
I
know
all
this
stuff
about
kimchi
?
It
is
not
in
the
content
of
my
mind
.
"
"
But
it
is
,
"
I
exulted
.
"
I
put
it
there
.
"
"
All
right
,
old
boss
.
Then
who
put
it
into
your
mind
?
"
