→Seol 23: and Pain

Astrolabe,

Astrolabe,

Is this right? Am I the right husband for you? Am I capable of becoming the other half of your heart? Will I be able to make you actually happy -- can I produce "pleasure" in you? Or will I only be able to provide you some fleeting satisfaction when you soothe my pains, paltry pleasures that cost your exhaustion? If I am ill for the rest of my life, will you nurse me, virtuously, until my sadness infects you, too?

Are you really willing to waste your life on someone who is so slow-witted and slow-smiling? Do you really like me, trust me that much?

I really like you and I trust you, and I'm really afraid



I need to work harder.

Seol 22 ← Seol 23 → Astrolabe 14

→Astrolabe 14: Love

Hello Seol, husband of I,

You are very smart and you write very much much more well than I. I am proud of you.

I want to [illegible] be happy with you and to write with you a lot more. It feels good.

Seol 23 ← Astrolabe 14 → Seol 24