“Good folk, I have no coin,To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse,I have no silver either,And all my gold is on the furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.”
“Why can’t I remember that not once have I ever seen a coin, whether grimy copper or bright gold, that had but one side.”
“I have fled my country and gone to the heather.”
“In all my past life I have done nothing either great or good.”
“My purse, like all purses, seems to have a traveling black hole in it.”
“I realized that when we finally reached Miyako, I would be stepping into a new life and would have to stop thinking about Ming-gwok. I imagined a small lacquered box inlaid with silver and gold in a pattern of curling waves, inset with silver cranes. Into this imaginary box I placed all my memories of Ming-gwok and secretly tucked it away in my heart.”