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How Gracefully. LOL.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I was reading Empress Orchid.
havent finish reading it.
=(

and there's this part, which is so funny.


I was in a hurry but couldn’t let myself go. There was no window to let out the odor. The maids stood around me, staring. I told them again and again to leave me alone, but they refused. They begged me to let them serve. One of them held a wet towel to wipe me afterward, another carried a dish of soap, the third one a handful of silk paper on a tray, the fourth one a silver basin. The last two each carried a bucket filled with water, one hot and the other cold.

“Leave your stuff on the floor,” I said. “You are dismissed.”

Everyone murmured “yes, my lady,” but no one moved.

I raised my voice. “ I am going to stink.”

“No, you dont stink,” they replied in unison.

“Do me a favor!” I shouted. “Out!”

“We don’t mind. We love your stink.”

“An-te-hai!”

An-te-hai rushed in. “Yes, my lady.”

“Call Chief Eunuch Shim immediately and tell him that my servants are not obeying me.”

“It won’t work, my lady.” An-te-hai put his hands together to form a tube as he whispered into my ear. “ I am afraid Chief Eunuch Shim wouldn’t do anything about this.”

“Why?”

“It is the rule that the Emperor’s wives be served this way.”

“whoever invented the rule must be an idiot.”

“Oh, no, my lady, don’t ever say that!” An-te-hai was shocked. “It was Her Majesty the Grand Empress who invented the rules!”

I pictured the Grand Empress sitting on her chamber pot, attended by a roomful of maids. “She must think that her shit is diamonds and her farts perfume. Does Her Majesty have rules about the size, shape, length, color and odor of stools?”


Please, my lady.” An-te-hai became nervous. “You want to bring no trouble to yourseld and me.”

“Trouble? All i want is to be able to shit by myself!”

“It is not about shitting, my lady,” An-te-hai murmured, as if his mouth stuffed with food.

“what is it about, then?”

“it is about grace, my lady.”

“Grace? How can anyone shit gracefully?



LOL.


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