onew: au meme; prince and the pauper.
Excerpt from The Prince and the Pauper {with added changes}
In the ancient city of Seoul, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Park, who did not want him. On the same day another Korean child was born to a rich family of the name of Lee, who did want him. All of Seoul wanted him too. Korea had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together. By day, Seoul was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them. There was no talk in all of Korea but of the new baby, Lee Jinki, Prince of Seoul, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him–and not caring, either. But there was no talk about the other baby, Park Onew, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.
