An ancient Chinese general, in love with his assistant, demanded that a service be set up so that he could send messages to his troops in the field. When his assistant offered to deliver the messages personally, the general refused, declaring that a whole staff of people would be employed to handle the delivery and trafficking of messages. The troops soon began to receive messages like "good work" and "continue fighting", which, while it heartened them greatly to receive kind words from the general, did not improve their tactics greatly. The young assistant, however, would receive lengthy anonymous letters almost daily. "Dear Honest One, your throat is slender like a swan, your legs are strong like bamboo, your smile like a singing morning bird, your soft tongue like a succulent oyster. I only want your purest dreams to come true, I want your life to be a waking dream, where every wish you have is granted instantly and precisely." The young assistant, awed that he would be "chosen" by such a secret admirer, decided to follow the wishes in the letters and make his dreams a reality. He enlisted in the army, and defended his country against its enemies. He was exploded in his second battle, and on his person were found, though charred and mostly unreadable, responses to every letter, unsent.
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Posted by Dan at September 15, 2009 2:55 AMthis was the saddest and most beautiful thing i have read in quite a while.
Posted by ellen at September 15, 2009 12:33 PMwhat ellen said. thank you.
Posted by j at September 16, 2009 12:13 AMThank you for this nice article :)
Posted by Edelstein at September 16, 2009 4:06 AMThanks for the link to the superterrific video (& that lovely paragraph-long haiku-parable)!
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Posted by Beau Cooper at September 16, 2009 3:29 PMThis the same Irma Johnson from Chesterville, MS? Tell that girl she still owe Ms. Rondell $32 for that day we had at the races. Ugh.
Posted by Rondell Jenkins at September 16, 2009 5:37 PMFine blog, thank you for all
Posted by Carson at September 17, 2009 2:57 AMlike a spoof of kafka, but original all the same..thanks!
Posted by coral at September 17, 2009 9:51 AMincredible pic.
Posted by clara at September 17, 2009 10:43 AMThank you for this text. Sad but very profound. I'd like more of this.
Posted by Credit at September 25, 2009 3:54 AMWow, what a picture...
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