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The Publisher
Mr. Seo is the producer of the controversial play Eun-sook is trying to get published. Though he shares Eun-sook’s despair at the state’s censorship of the play—entire pages have been blotted out with ink-rollers—he works with the publisher to circumvent the government’s prohibition. Eventually, Mr. Seo stages the play, having the actors mouth the blotted-out lines rather than say them out loud. This seditious act could potentially mean imprisonment or torture for Mr. Seo, but Eun-sook finds this version of the play especially galvanizing and beautiful.
Mr. Seo Quotes in Human Acts
The Human Acts quotes below are all either spoken by Mr. Seo or refer to Mr. Seo . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 3: The Editor, 1985
Quotes
Eun-sook closes her eyes. She does not want to see his face.
After you died I couldn’t hold a funeral, so my life became a funeral.
After you were wrapped in a tarpaulin and carted away in a garbage truck.
After sparkling jets of water sprayed unforgivably from the fountain.
Everywhere the lights of the temple shrines are burning.
In the flowers that bloom in spring, in the snowflakes. In the evenings that draw each day to a close. Sparks from the candles, burning in empty drinks bottles.
Scalding tears burn from Eun-sook’s open eyes, but she does not wipe them away. She glares fiercely at the boy’s face, at the movement of his silenced lips.
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Mr. Seo Quotes in Human Acts
The Human Acts quotes below are all either spoken by Mr. Seo or refer to Mr. Seo . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 3: The Editor, 1985
Quotes
Eun-sook closes her eyes. She does not want to see his face.
After you died I couldn’t hold a funeral, so my life became a funeral.
After you were wrapped in a tarpaulin and carted away in a garbage truck.
After sparkling jets of water sprayed unforgivably from the fountain.
Everywhere the lights of the temple shrines are burning.
In the flowers that bloom in spring, in the snowflakes. In the evenings that draw each day to a close. Sparks from the candles, burning in empty drinks bottles.
Scalding tears burn from Eun-sook’s open eyes, but she does not wipe them away. She glares fiercely at the boy’s face, at the movement of his silenced lips.
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