Inside, the doctor feels her pulse to check on the baby in her womb-apparently this is something Su’s known about, but when the doctor first checked her, it was too early for him to tell. It’s clear that Jung’s putting on a husbandly show for whoever it is that’s spying on them, but we can’t see who. She just smiles and dabs his sweaty forehead instead, which is when Jung gently takes her hand and tells her that he’s arranged for the recently retired royal doctor to pay her a visit. We then cut to her married life with Jung, as Su etches a likeness of So on a stone, and Jung practices his swordsmanship.īut Jung gets the eerie feeling that they’re being watched, and suddenly leans forward as though to receive a kiss from his wife. The small box of belongings she brought with her contain the multiple copies of the poem she had So write, and she looks at them with tears in her eyes. She’s all smiles until he gives her back the hairpin she’d given him as a symbol of her desire to leave the palace, which carries with it the memories of So, who had given it to her. He explains how she’ll be set up nicely in this house, and that he’ll come to visit her often. But since they’ve been forbidden from marrying by the king, Jung’s prepared a more secret ceremony, though he tells her not to worry-even married, he’ll just consider them as friends. Su arrives at Jung’s secondary home, and finds herself thinking of So when Jung outstretches his hand to help her out of her palanquin. Which leaves us to wonder, was it all about love? Altering history? Fate working in very mysterious ways? Who knows. It could’ve been worse (they all can be worse), but it’s certainly not what we would’ve hoped to see at the end of this sometimes rewarding, sometimes grueling journey through a modern girl’s integration into a time far from her own. We must not have wished hard enough for an ending that would magically solve the issues endemic to this production, since I can think of no other reason why this happened. Just think! He is a man who has achieved, (as Leonard Cohen would call it), 'a remote human possibility.' He has won lots of fame and tons of money.1,276 NovemNovemMoon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo: Episode 20 (Final) by HeadsNo2 Advice for Coelho: Remove the 'I can see that he's excited' sentence and show his excitement in the phrasing of his quote.(Now, in defense of Coelho, I am firmly of the opinion, having myself written plenty of prose that is flawed, that a novelist should be forgiven for slipping here and there.)Lastly, it appears that a belief in reincarnation is of great interest to Mr. A 'literary' author knows that a character's excitement should be 'shown' in his or her dialogue and not in the narrator's commentary on it. Now I have many positive things to say about Coelho: He is respectable, inspiring as a man, a truth-seeker, and an appealing writer but one should hesitate to call him a 'literary' writer based on this quote. The third one, though, told me to consult some verses from the Koran. two of them said that, after death, the just go to Paradise. “I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book: Aleph.(Note: bracketed text is mine.). The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -Īnd the songs of every poet past and forever.” Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The love of all man's days both past and forever: Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, We have played along side millions of lovers, You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.Īt the heart of time, love of one for another. You become an image of what is remembered forever. It's ancient tale of being apart or together.Īs I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Ĭlad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, In life after life, in age after age, forever. I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times.
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