ABSTRACT
Traditional music is generally considered to be a dignified art form, and in appreciating it one does not as a rule respond with such an outburst. That such an ignorant man possessed even this modicum of cultural sensibility in the realm of music might seem implausible, yet considering the time he spent rubbing shoulders with scholars during his tenure as a Master it should come as no great surprise. Having finished tuning the radio, Taebok was about to withdraw to his own room when in walked Ch'unsim wearing a thin smile. Master Yun swore even though he was delighted to see her. Ch'unsim was not troubled in the least by his vulgar language. Ch'unsim had reason to complain. By sheer luck, Mr. Kim happened to know of a child kisaeng living in his neighborhood in Angukdong; he was able to steer Taebok to her readily.
