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A MADMAN S DIARY
Translatedby YangXian;,i and CladysYang

Two brothers,whose names I need not rnention here, were both good friends
of mine in high school;but after a separationof many yearswe graduallylost
touch. Some time ago I happenedto hear that one of them was seriouslyill,
and since I was going back to my old home, I broke my iourney to call on
them. I sawonly one, however,who told me that the invalid was his younger
brother.
"l appreciateyour coming such a long way to see us," he said, "but my
brother recoveredsome time ago and has gone elsewhereto take up an official
post."Then, laughing,he producedtwo volumesof his brother'sdiary saying
that from these the nahlre of his past illness could be seen and there was no
harm in showingthem to an old friend. I took the diary away,read it through,
and found that he had sufferedfrom a form of persecutioncomplex. The writing
was most confusedand incoherent,and he had made many wild statements;
moreover he had omitted to give any dates,so that only by the color of the ink
and the differencesin the writing could one tell that it was not all wriften at
one time. Certain sections,however,were not altogetherdisconnected,and I
have copied out a part to serveas a subject for medical research.I have not
altereda singleillogicality in the diary and havechangedonly the names,even
though the people referredto are all conntry folk, unknown to the world and
of no consequence.As for the title, it rvaschosenby the diaristhimself afterhis
recovery,and I did not charrgeit.

Tonight there is no
wl'renI went ottt ce
were afraid of rne.
otherswho disctrss
So, indeed,u'erea
me, whereupon I s

werecomplete.
I wasnot afraid
front were also dis
deredwhat grudge
like this. I could nr
I wonderu'hatr
the road haveagai
trod on Mr. Gu f ir
Mr. Zhao doesno
avengehim, thus l
then what of the c
they eye tne so str
to murder rre? Th
I know. Thev n

I can't sleepat n
understandit.
Those people,
in the face by the
parentsdriven to
then asthey did v

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Tonight the moon is very bright.

I havenot seenit for overthirty years,so todaywhen I sawit I felt in u'usually
high spirits.I begin to realizethat dLrringthe pastthirty-ocldyearsI havebeen
in the dark; but now I must be extremelycareful.otherwise why shotrldthe
Zhaos'dog have looked at me twice?
I have reasonfor nrv fear.

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Tonight there is no moon at all, I know that this is a bad ornen.This rnor'ing
wlren I went out cautiously,Mr.zhao had a strangelook in his eyes,as if he
were afraid of me, as if he wanted to murder me. There were sevenor eight
otherswho discussedme in a whisper.And they wereafraidof n.ryseeingthem.
So, indeed,were all the people I passed.The fiercestanong thern grin'ed at
me, whereupon I shiveredfrorn head to foot, knowing that tlreir preparations
werecomplete.
I wasnot afraid,however,but continuedon my way.A groupof childrenin
front were also discussingne, while their facestoo were ghastlypale. I wonderedwhat grudgethesechildren corrld haveagainstme to rnakethem behave
like this. I could not help callingout, "Tell mel" But then they ran awav.
I wonder what grudgeMr. Zhao hasagainstme, what grudgethe peopleon
the road haveagainstme. I can think of 'othing exceptthat twentyvearsago I
trod on Mr. Gu liu's' old ledgers,ar.rdMr. Gu was most displeased.
Although
Mr. Zhao doesnot know him, he mr,rsthave heardtalk of this a'd decidedto
avengehim, thus he is conspiringagainstme with the peopleon the road.But
tlren what of the children?At that time they were not yet born, so why should
they eye me so strangelytoday,as if they were afraid of me, as if they wanted
to murderrne?This reallyfrightensme, it is so bewilderinga'd upsetting.
I know. They must have learnedthis from their parents!

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I can't sleep at night. Evervthing requirescareful consideratior.r
if one is to
understandit.
Those people,someof whom havebeen pilloried by the rnagistrate,
slapped
in the face by the local gentry,had their wivestaken awayby bailiffs or their
parentsdriven to suicide by creditors,never lookedas frightenedand as fierce
then as they did yesterday.

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t. The cltaractersCu fiu nrearr"old." This refersto tlre age-oldhiston of feudalisnrin China.

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FICTION, rgl8-r949

The most extraordinarything was that woman on the streetyesterdaywho

wasspankingher son. "Little devil!" she cried. "I'm so angry I could eat you!"
Yet all the time it wasme she waslooking at. I gavea start,unable to hide my
alarm. Then all thoselong-toothedpeople with livid facesbeganto hoot with
laughter.Old Chen hurried forwardand draggedme home.
He draggedrne home. The folk at home all pretendednot to know me; they
had the samelook in their eyesas all the others.When I went into the study,
they locked me in as if cooping rrp a chicken or a duck. This incident left me
even more bewildered.
A few daysago a tenant of ours from Wolf Cub Village came to report the
failure of the cropsand told rny elder brother that a notoriouscharacterin their
village had been beatento death; then some people had taken out his heart
and liver, fried them in oil, and eaten them as a means of increasingtheir
courage.When I interrupted,the tenant and my brother both staredat me.
Only todayhave I realizedthat they had exactlythe samelook in their eyesas
thosepeopleoutside.
fust to think of it setsme shiveringfrom the crown of my head to the soles
of my feet.
They eat human beings,so they may eat rne.
I see that the woman's "eat yon," the laughter of those long-toothed
people with livid faces,and the tenant's story the other day are obviously
secretsigns.I realize all the poison in their speech,all the daggersin their
laughter. Their teeth are white and glistenimg:they use these teeth to eat
rTlen.

Evidently,althoughI am not a bad man, eversinceI kod on Mr. Gu'sledgers

it has been touch-and-gowith me. They seem to have secretsthat I cannot
guess,and once theyareangrytheywill call anyonea badcharacter.I remember
when my elder brother taught rne to rvrite cornpositions,no matter how good
a man was,if I produced argumentsto tlre contrary he would mark that passage
to show his approval;while if I excnsedevildoershe would say,"Good for you,
that showsoriginality." How can I possiblyguesstheir secretthoughts-especially when they are readyto eat people?
Everything requires careful considerationif one is to understand it. In
ancient times, as I recollect,people often ate human beings,but I am rather
hazy about it. I tried to look this trp, but my.history has no chronology and
scrawledall over each page are the words "Cor.rfucianVirtue and Morality."
Since I could not sleepanyway,I read intently half the night until I beganto
'fhe
seewordsbetweenthe liues.
whole book wasfilled with the two words"Eat people."
All thesewordswritten in tlre book, all the wordsspokenby our tenant,eye
me quizzically with an er.rigrnatic
snrile.
I too am a nlan, and they want to eat rne!

In the rnorning I sa
bowl of vegetables
and l'rard,and its rnt
beings.After a fes r
fish or hunran flesh
I said,"Old Cltt
havea strollin the r
he caurebackand ,
I did not ntove.I
that they would not
leadingan olclrnan
I wotrlclseeit he lo

glasses.
'You
seetnven'
'Yes,"
saidI.
"l have invited !
"All riglit," I re1
executionerin disg
how fat I was,for tl
afraid.Although I r
my two fists to see
fumbled for sornet
eyesat.rdsaid,"Do

a few days,and vo
Don't let yotrr i
By fattening n.reo
rne?How can it bt
stealthilytryirrgto
enottghto Inake tr
I was so an-rusedI
the old tnan and r

But my courag
sotne of my cotlrz
before he had gor
once!" My brothe
though it catne as
eatingIne is mv e
The eaterof hr
I arn the yotrrl

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In the rnorningI satquietlyfor sornetime. old chen broughtin lunch: one
bowl of 'egetables,ore borvl of stearr.red
fish. The eyesof the fish u,erewhite
and hard,and its mouth wasopenjustlike thosepeoplewho wantto eathurnan
beings.After a few nrouthfulsI cou]d not tell whetherthe slipperynrorselswere
fish or hunranflesl.r,
so I broughtit all up.
I said,"Old Chen, tell my brother that I feel quite suffocatedand want to
havea stloll in the garden."old Chen saidnothingbut went ont, and presently
he camebackand openedthe gate.
I did not nrove,but watchedto seehow they woulcltreatrne, feelingcertain
that theywotrldnot let me go. Sureenough!My elderbrothcrcarneslowlvout,
leadinganold nran.'l'l.rere
wasa murderousgleanrirr his eyes,and fearingihat
I would seeit he loweredhis heacl,stealingsideglancesat nre fronrbehinclhis
glasses.
'You
seen very well today,"said n.rybrother.
"Yes,"saidI.
"l have invited IVIr.He here todayto examineyou."
"All right," I replied.Actually I krrewquite well that this old man rvasthe
executionerin disguise!Feeling my pulse was sirnply a pretextfor him to see
hor.vfat I was,for this rvould entitle him to a shareof n-ryflesh.Still, I wasnot
afraid.Although I do not eat men rny corlrageis greatertl.rantheirs.I held out
rny two fiststo seewhat he would do. The old man satdown, closedhis eyes,
fumbled for sometinre, rer.nained
n'rotionless
for a while, then openedhis shiftv
eyesand saicl,"Don't let vour irnaginationnrn awaywith you. Restquietly for
a few days,and vou will be better."
Dorr't let your irr.ragination
nrn awaywith votrl Rest<luietlyfor a few days!
By fattcning me of course they'll have more to eat. But what good will it do
rne?How can it be "better"?The whole lot of thenr wantingto eat peopleyet
stealthilytrvingto keeprrp appeararrces,
not daringto do it outright,wasreally
enoughto rnakeme die of laughter.I couldr.r't
help it, I nearlysplit rny sides,
I was so amused.I knew that this laughtervoiced corlrageand integrity.Both
the old rnan and rny brother tumed pale, awedby n.rycotrrageand integrity.
But rny couragejust makesthem all the more eagerto eat lne, to acquire
'Ihe
sorneof my couragefor thernselves.
old rnan went orrt of the gate, but
before he l.radgorrefar he said to my brother in a low voice, "'lb be eatenat
once!" My brother nodded.So yotr are in it too! This stupendousdiscovery,
though it carneas a shock,is no rnorethan I nrightexpect:the accornplicein
eating rne is rnv elder brother!
The eaterof hnnran flesh is my elder brother!
I arn the yorlngerbrother of an eatcrof human flesh!
I, who will be eatenby others,am the y-oulrger
brother of an eaterof hrman
fleshl

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5
These few daysI havebeen thinking again:supposethat old man were not an
executionerin disguise,but a real doctor; he would be nonethelessan eaterof
Li Shizhen2statesexplicitly
human fesh. That bookon herbsby his predecessor
that men's flesh can be boiled and eaten;how then can he still deny that he
eatsmen?
fu for my elder brother, I have also good reasonto suspecthim. When he
wasteachingme, he told me himself,"Peopleexchangetheir sonsto eat."3And
once in discussinga bad man he said that not only did the fellow deserveto be
killed, he should "have his flesh eatenand his hide sleptot-t."I wasstill young
at the time, and for quite a while my heart beat faster.That storyour tenant
from Wolf Cub Village told the other day aborrteatinga man'sheart and liver
didn't surprisehim at all-he kept nodding his head. He is evidentlyiust as
cruel asbefore.Since it is possibleto "exchangesonsto eat,"then anythingcan
be exchanged,anyonecan be eaten.In the pastI simply listenedto his explanationsand let it go at that; now I kuou'that when he gaveme theseexplanations, not only wasthere hurnan fat at the comer of his lips, but his whole heart
wasset on eatingmen.

6
I don'tknowwhetherit is dayor night,The Zhaos'doghasstarted
Pitch-dark.
barkingagair-r.
of a fox.. . .
of a lion, the tinriditvof a rabbit,the craftiness
The fierceness
/
I know their way: they are not preparedto kill outright, nor would they dare,
for fear of the consequences.Instead they have banded together and set traps
everywhere,to force rne to kill rnyself.The behavior of the men and women
in the street a few daysago and my elder brother's attitude these last few days
make it quite obvious.What they like best is for a man to takeoff his belt and
hang himself from a bearn,for then thev can enioy their hearts'desirewithout
being blamed for rnurder.Naturally that delightsthem and setsthem roaring
with laughter.On the other hand, if a rnan is frightenedor worried to death,
though that makeshirn rather thirr, they still nod in approval.

z. Farnous pharmacologist (r5r&-r593). It is not stated inhis Compndium of Materia Medica

that human flesh corrld be rrsedas a nredicine; this *es one of the delusionsof the madman.
3. The ancient historicalrecord Zuo zhuanstatesthat during a siegein 488 B.C. the besieged
were so fanrishedthat they "exchangedtheir sottsto eat."

They only eatde

with an uglv look ir
the largestbonesit r
this rnakesyour hair
to the caninesPec
is obviouslyin the 1
down,but that did I

The most dePlo

afraid, why is he P
man to what'su'ro
crime?

[n cursing tran-!a
I shall startwith hi
Actually sttch ar
Suddenlysome
not seehis feature
nodded to me his

human beings?"
Still smiling,he
beings?"
I realizedat on
repeatmY questio
"ls it right?"
"What tuakesr
is very fine todav.
"lt is fine, and
He lookeddisc
"No? Then u'h
"What are vou
"What arn I ta
and vou can seeI

His exPressio
at me. "That's tht
"Does that nu
"l refuseto dis
for anyoneto tal
I leapeduP a
soakedwith srve
he wasin it. He
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They only eat deadflesh!I rememberreadingsomewhereo[a hideousbeast

with an uglv look ir-rits eye called "hyena," which often eatsdead flesh.Even
the largestbonesit crunchesinto fragmentsand swallows;the mere thought of
this rnakesyour hair standon end. Hyenasare relatedto wolves,wolvesbelong
to the canine species.T'he other daVthe Zhaos'dog eyed me severaltimes: it
is obviouslyin the plot too as their accomplice.The old man's eyeswere cast
down,but that did not deceiveme.
'fhe
most deplorableis my elder brother He's a man too, so wh,visn't he
afraid, why is he plotting with othersto eat me? Does force of habit blind a
man to what'swrong?Or is he so heartlessthat he will knowinglycommit a
crime?

8
ln cursit]gman-eaters,I shall startwith my brother.In dissuadingman-eaters,
I shall startwith him too.
Actually such argumentsshould haveconvincedthem long ago' '
Suddenlysomeonecame in. He wasonly about twenty yearsold and I did
not seehis featuresvery clearly.His facewaswreathedin smiles,but wher.rhe
"ls it right to eat
noddedto me his smile didn't seemgeuuine.I askedhim,
human beings?"
Still smiling,he replied,"When thereis no farninehow can one eathuman
beings?"
I realizedat once he wasone of them; but still I summonedup courageto
repeatmy question:
"ls it right?"
"What tilakesyou asksuch a thing?You really are ' ' fond of a loke' ' ' ' It
is very fine today."
,,lt fine, and the moon is very bright. But I want to askyou: Is it right?"
is
He looked disconcertedand muttered,"No ' ' '"
"No? 'l'hen why do they still do it?"
"What are you talking about?"
,.what
am I talking about?They are eatingmen now in wolf cub village,
and you can seeit written all over the books,in freshred ink'"
His expressionchanged.He grewghastlypale."lt may be so,"he said,staring
at me. "That's the way it's alwaysbeen. . . . "
"Does that make it right?"
"l refuseto discussit with you. Anyway,you shouldn'ttalk about it. It'swrong
for anyoneto talk about it."
I leaped up and opened my eyeswide, but the man had vanished.I was
soakedwith sweat.He was much youngerthan nry elder brother, but even so
he was in it. He mr.rsthave been taught by his parents.Arrd I am afraidhe has
alreadytaught his son; that is why even the children look at me so fiercely.

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I
wanti'g to eat men, at the same tirne afraid of being eaten themselves,
they
all eye each other with the deepestsuspicion.. . .
How comfortablelife would be for thenr if tlreycould rid themselvesof such
obsessions
and go to work, walk, eat,and sleepat ease.They haveonly this one
stepto take.Yetfathersard sons,husbandsanclwives,brothers,friends,teachers
and students,sworn enemies,and eve' strangers,have all
ioined in this conspiracy,discouragingand preventingeaclrotlrer from taking this step.
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Early this morning I went to find mv elder brother. He was standingoutside
the hall door looking at the skywhe' I walkeclup behind him, standingietween
hirn and the door, and addressedhi'r with exceptionalpoiseand polit".,.rr,
"Brother, I havesornethingto sayto vou."
"Go aheadthen." He turned quickly towardrne, nodding.
"ltt nothing n*rch, but I find it hard to say.Brother,
probablyall primitive
peopleate a little human fleshto begin witlr. Later,becausetheir viewsaltered,
so're ofthem stoppedand tried so hard to do what wasright that they changed
into men, ir.rtoreal men. But sonle are still eating people- just like reptiles.
Some havecha'ged i'rto fish, birds, nronkeys,and finalry men; but thosewho
make no effort to do whatt right are still reptiles.when those who eat
men
comparethernselves
witl-rthosewl.rodon't, how ashamedthey rnustbe. probably
much more ashamedthan the reptilesare beforernonkeys.
"ln ancient tirnesY Ya boiled his son for
fie and Zhou to eat;athat is the
old story.But actuallysi'ce the creatio.rof lreave' and earth by pan Gur men
have been eating each other, from the ti're of yi yat son to the time of Xu
Xilin,6 and from the time of Xu Xilin dow. to the rnan ca.ght in wolf
cub
Village.Lastyeartheyexecuteda crirni,al irr trrecity,a.rda co.,sumptivesoaked
a piece of breadin his blood and suckeclit.
"They want to eat me, and of corlrseyo* can do nothi'g
about it singlehanded; but why n-urstyou ioi' thenr? As 'rar-eaters they are capable of
a.ything. If they eat rne, they can eat you as well; rnernbersof the samegroup
can
still eat each other. Btrt if yotr will iust changeyour ways,change .ight
then everyonewill have peace.Altho.gh this has been going on silce "*"y,
time

4. Yi Ya, a fa'orite of Duke tf.an of ei in the sc'e,th cent'ry 8.c., was a good cook a.rd
sycophant' Whetr the dtrke renrarked that he had never tasted the flesh
ofchildreri, yi ya cooked
his own son for him to eat. f ie and Zhou uere kirrgs of earlier periods.
This misstatenrelt is
presented as a sign of mental denrugenrent.
5. A nrythological 6gure.
6. A revoltltionan'esectttedin r9o7 for assassirratirrg
a Qing official. His heart and liver were

eaten.

inrrnernorial,
todavr
this can'tbe done! I'
tenant wantedthe re
At first l.reonlv srr
and when I spokeof
had gathered,amon
peer in. I corrldnot
otherswere the old l,
I knew they were on
did not all think alil
alwaysbeen so, men
still wantedto, and r
what I saidmadethe
Suddenlymy bro
"Clear off, the ul
a madrnan?"
Then I realizedp:
their stand,and thei
future, when I rvase:
probablybe grateful
baclcharacter,it was
Oltl Chen carne
mouth. I had to wan
"You should char
alizethat therewill I
"lf you don't char
you there are, you \r
by hunters- just like
Old Chen drove
advisednle to go bac
raftersshook above r
bigger.They piled or
The weight was s
However, knowirrg t
sweat.But I had to u
"Yon must change
know that there'llbe

The sur.rhasstopped
dry.
Pickingnp rnv ch
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immernorial,todaywe could rnakea specialeffort to do what is right, and sav

this can'tbe done! I'm sureyou can saythat,Brother.'l'he otherdavwhen the
tenantwantedthe rent reduced,you saidit cor-rldn't
be done."
At firsthe only srniledcynically,therra rnurderousgleamcame into his eyes,
and when I spokeof their secretlre turned pale.Outsidethe gatequite a crowd
had gathered,among them Mr. Zhao and his dog, all craningtheir necksto
peer in. I could not seeall their faces.Sorneof them seemedto be masked;
otherswere the old lot, long-toothedwith livid faces,concealingtheir laughter.
I knew thel' were one gang,all eatersof human flesh.But I alsokneu'that they
did not all think alike by any means.Someof thern thoughtthat sinceit had
alwaysbeenso,men shouldbe eaten.Othersknew theyshouldn'teatmen but
still wantedto, and were afraid peoplemight discovertheir secret;so although
what I saidmadethem angrytheystill smiledtheir cynical,tight-lippedsrniles.
Suddenlymy brother'sfacedarkened.
"Clear off, the whole lot of yotr!"he roared."What'sthe point of lookingat
a madman?"
T'henI realizecl
partof theircunning.They would neverbe willing to change
their stand,and their planswere all laid: they had labeledme a madman.ln
future, when I waseaten,not only would there be no trotrblebut peoplewould
probablybe gratefulto them. When our tenant spokeof the villagerseatinga
'fhis
bad character,it wasexactlythe samedevice.
is their old trick.
Olcl Chen came ir.rtoo in a toweringtentper.But thev cotrld not stop my
mouth. I had to warn thosepeople:
"You should change,changefrom the bottom of your hearts.You must realize that there will be no place for man-eatersin the world in future.
"lf you don't change,you may all be eatenby eachother.Howevermanyof
you thereare,you will be wiped out by the rcal rnel, jtrstas wolvesare killed
bv hunters- just like reptiles!"
Old Chen drove everybodyaway.My brother had disappeared.Old Chen
advisedme to go back to my room. It waspitch-darkin there.The beamsar-rd
raftersshook above n.ryhead. After shakingfor a while they grew biggerand
bigger.They piled on top of me.
The vveightwas so great, I couldn't r.nove.They rneant that I shoLrlcldie.
However, knowing that the weight was false, I stnrggledout, dripping with
sweat.But I had to warn them:
"Yon must changeat once, changefronr the bottom of your hearts!You must
know that there'll be no place for man-eatersin future. . . ."

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'l'he

sur-rhasstoppedshining,the door is neveropened.fust trvomealsdayafter

dry.
Picking up my chopsticks,I thought of rny elder brother. I know now how
my little sisterdied: it rvasall throughhim. My sisterwasonly five at the tirle.

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I can still rememberl-rowsweetshe looked,poor thi'g. Mother wept as if she
would neverstop,but he beggedher not to cry, probablybecausehe had eaten
our sisterhimself and so this weepingmade hirn ratherasharned.If he had any
senseof shame.. . .
My sisterwaseatenby my brother,brrt I don't know whetherMother realized
it or not.
I think Mother must have known, but when she wept she didn't say so
outright, probablybecauseshe also tho'ght it proper.I rememberwhen I was
four or five, sifting in the cool of the hall, rny brother told me that if a man's
parentswere ill he should cut off a piece of his fleshand boil it for them, if he
wantedto be considereda good son;:and Mother didn't contradicthim. If one
piece could be eaten,obviouslyso could the whole.And yet just to think of the
weepingthen still makesmy heart bleed; that is the extraordinarything about
it!

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I can't bear to think of it.
It has only iust dawned on me that all theseyearsI have been living in a
place where for four thousandyearshuma' fesh has been eaten.My brother
had iust taken over the chargeof the housewhen our sisterdied, and he may
well have usedher flesh in our food, making us eat it unwittingly.
I may have eaten severalpieces o[ rny sistert flesh unwittingly, and now it
is my turn. . . .
How can a man like nryself,afterfour thousandyearsof man-eatinghistoryeven though I knew nothing about it at first-ever hope to face real men?

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Perhapsthere are still children who haven'teatenmen?
Savethe children.. . .
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7. The doctrine of filial pieh'used bv the feudal nrling classto poison the people preached
that a son should, if necessary,
cut off his orrrr flcsh to feed lris parents.

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