Great Novelist

“I don't know. ”

He looked at the mountain and replied. The student got up from his seat.

“I feel worse than saying I haven't had enough. ”

He said with a frown.

“What does it mean to not know? ”

“I shouldn't have said that. ”

She speaks lightly, but he does not back off. He explained calmly. I didn't intend to argue in front of the delicious meat.

“That's all I have to say because I don't know you right now. ”

“Don't know?”

“I didn't read your book. So you gave it to me as a gift. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

His expression was still bad, but he sat down quietly. He shrugged.

“I've been busy too. I was living in a situation where I didn't have enough room. There are a lot of unread books. ”

I haven't been able to read any of his recently published books. He asked with a polite tone.

“Then how about now that the new information hasn't been updated? ”

“The reading on stage was great, of course. So I'm guessing they didn't publish it. ”

He looked at the families behind him. The student was silent with a face that he did not deserve.

“Sounds good, brother. All right, cheers. Have some wine.”

There are four adults who are quick to notice. The topic switched quickly. The dog next door smelled of meat came into the yard and there was a small commotion. At first, the food that I was worried about could be eaten disappeared smoothly. This is the house of the founder. It was taken care of around sunset. The two of them went into the house and he was tidying up the dishes. An undergraduate student came.

“Let's be honest. ”

He speaks in secret. He looks at him with his own eyes, "What is that strange sound?"

“You're welcome.”

“Now you don't have to remind me of my family. ”

“Excellent. Do you want another number? ”

“Isn't it the easiest thing in the world to assess a man? Why are you pulling it out? It's a coincidence. If it's age, you don't have to care. He's a cheeky writer. He doesn't talk about it. ”

“What's the matter? Suddenly.”

He pauses, then opens his mouth boldly.

“Not all of a sudden. A criminal like me always wonders what a genius looks like. I wonder how he's doing in his eyes. ”

“I'm not the smartest person to say anything to. ”

“Too much humility can make you sick. ”

“Do you want to hear some criticism? Do I insult you?”

“Have you ever compared yourself to me? ”

He stopped his hand to clear the bowl and looked at him.

“Are you going to tell me you don't know again? ”

“Is that why you were so hot? ”

He felt like he knew why he had not contacted him first. Perhaps the difference between one million and 5,000 units was entirely the difference in skill. He nodded slowly, without even knowing it. It's getting away.

“You're surprisingly thoughtful. ”

“I met you in the middle. You have no idea how nervous I've been for two years. I put all my strength into it. The result is 5,000 copies. But what about this? It's nothing compared to what you're carrying. It's a total loss before joy. ”

There was no change in his expression. He said, stacking dishes in turn.

“You have a knack for making people look forward to it. ”

This time, his hands stopped.

“What are you talking about? ”

“You're good with long sentences, right? even though he's a young writer. It's the simplest evidence of good performance. Your character is exotic and elegant. I don't have that. But if you put all your strength into it, you can't expect nothing less. ”

He lowered his head slightly.

“Whatever I say, don't take it too far to mean it sells well. Too bad.”

He looked him in the eye and said.

“I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. ”

As you enter the house, you hear a dog barking outside. The dog next door was following the laughter of someone. She comes out of the kitchen screaming towards the yard.

“What are you doing? Shut up, man! Don't be quiet! ”

The dog barks louder. He submerged the dish in water.

“You can stay the night. ”

“Thank you for taking me. ”

He said in front of the car. The driver's seat was boarded by an international student. She greets you with a pity face.

“Come back another time. ”

“Yes.”

He saw himself getting in the car and said,

“Text me when the publication date is set. ”

“Yes.”

“Publication date?”

Outside the car, she asked curiously. The startled car trembles. He said without hesitation.

“Yes, I'm published this time. ”

“What book? · · · · · · · · · What book? ”

He grabbed the door and said.

“The language of God. ”

It was then that the foot entered through the door that was about to close. The startup was switched off, and he had to repeat what he had said to the students.

“Is that why you came to America? Are you meeting with a secret publisher? ”

“Well, sort of. ”

He remembered the real reason he came here.

“I have to meet someone for the translation. ”

She says, circling around.

“I won't tell anyone. ”

The car started again.

*

“Mr. Taylor. I'll leave you to it. ”

“Yes, thank you for coming today. ”

Taylor told the publisher staff who had come to receive the assignment. The deadline was a long time ago, but it was delayed due to the publisher's circumstances. This time the employee came in person to apologize for it. The employee took the remaining car in one swoop and got up and said.

“Something good? ”

Taylor stood up with him and asked.

“Why?”

“You look happy. ”

The employee said with a smile that he did not expect to leave. He was originally a sweet man, but I especially liked his generosity today. Just looking at the table, you can see his fine cookies, teacups, and tasty tea.

“Is that so?”

Taylor swept his beard but did not deny it. He actually wanted to spread the word all over town.

“It's a good day for guests. ”

“Pleasure? Who?”

“That's a secret. ”

The employee's expression became subtle, but Taylor's mood did not blur with that.

“Haha, that's really rare. Who the hell is coming? ”

“How was your tea today? ”

“Tea? It was as good as always. ”

“Right? I took it out specifically. ”

“I don't know who that is, but thanks to you, I'm getting a good cup of tea. ”

“Lucky me. ”

The employee smiled lightly and said.

“Is this a coincidence? ”

Taylor bursts into laughter like Santa's grandfather.

*

“It's been a while.”

He came to his office at the promised time. He went upstairs to greet him before he knocked on the door. It is full of data. Taylor still looked at his short hair.

“Do you like tea? ”

“Yes.”

“I received a good gift this time. One moment, please."

He went to the kitchen attached to his office, boiled water and prepared a glass. You can see that he often boils tea here in his accustomed posture. He saw the decor that made a warm impression. There is a large rubber tree standing there.

“He's from India. It's a Bengal rubber tree.”

Taylor told me he was accustomed to leafy and chubby.

“It's also popular in Korea. ”

“He's easy to raise. ”

It is cold resistant and does not need to be watered frequently. It also has air purification capabilities, which made it very popular in the modern world. Shiny and sturdy branches. I could see that I was being cared for.

“You must like plants. ”

“Yes, I'm familiar with it. ”

“Are you familiar?"

“I lived with my grandmother when I was a kid. She was the joy and joy of life growing plants, and I grew up with a variety of plants because I was also fat. ”

He got the car out. A cup with a name. He imagined his grandmother, who had neither a face nor a name for drinking tea with plants in her head.

“This is how people are affected by the environment they've grown up in. Language is one of them. ”

That's interesting.

“So your book is interesting. ”

Taylor says so and raises his glass. In God's language, there are values that depend on what you see and grow up with, and people who accept and reject them.

“It's like Oedipus rejecting destiny. ”

He laughed a little.

“I know so well that there's nothing I can do to help. ”

“Your writing is terrible. ”

Taylor swept his beard. He wanted a lot of information to make a translation closer to the original. to avoid miscommunication. In a passing word, Ahjussi happily replied to a request for a visit. Taylor said to the writer who had come a long way before his eyes:

“I came up with the word 'degeneration' first. It wasn't just because of an era that dates back. ”

He silently listened to him. Taylor puts his hand on his chest.

“I didn't think we could screw this up with a translation. ”

“You can just make yourself comfortable. ”

“No, you can't. I have my pride, but if I screw it up, I'm going to hear a lot about it. ”

Taylor trembles as if the mist were me. Obviously, the language of God is a masterpiece. If you do something, the reaction will also return to a considerable size. Taylor smiled and said.

“The characters you wrote were still amazing. ”

Taylor glows. He had already handed him both the material and the interpretation of the language.

“It's a little messy this time, isn't it? ”

“That's a good thing. ”

Crude and unpleasant. They were much less stuttering than the distant future. Language carries with it an age. The language that was written this time was doomed to die.

“Did it affect your military life as well? ”

“I can't say no. ”

Taylor nods.

“This is an interesting story that you've written in the military. ”

“My editor said the same thing. ”

It fits perfectly with promotional phrases. The rose I met before I came to the United States, frankly, loved it.

“These are the questions I've outlined. ”

Taylor carries a stack of paper on the table. I could see the dense writing written in writing. It was a summary of the article.

“First of all, this part. ”

He read the passage he pointed to by hand.

“It's a war in the eyes of a violinist. ”

“That's right.”

Taylor nods earnestly. He pointed directly to one of them.

“It doesn't say what's inside of him. ”

“Yes.”

I did it on purpose, because the reader will see it as a subject. However, if the reader is a translator, the story changes. He had to know. How the author intends to handle the sentence.

“I just want to be clear. How does the protagonist feel about this moment? ”

The violinist has good ears (1) Ends

lim Han-baek