Eva Hung

A Mad Aunt This was the consensus: she was beautiful highly educated and quite mad Things happened in stages: beauty came when she was born education at a missionary school and madness in a dark night when Japanese soldiers entered town and broke down her door Other women were killed, or killed themselves or moved on maimed and scarred her mind just wandered off. Between fits of violence to herself she dwelled with dead men's muses, building an impenetrable fortress on the walls of the asylum with lines from Shakespeare and Liu Yong. She wrapped herself in the beauty of resurrected language to keep the truth at bay and sometimes succeeded for days.

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