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Gilt C HLOE gARCIA R OBERTS I remember as a child reading a myth in which a hero was on a quest to pick a golden apple from a whole tree of golden apples. At the beginning of the story, the hero was a thief, so he entered the garden where the tree grew at night. And as he approached, each of the apples on the tree cried out to him , pick me pick me, pick me with the same small voice, the same gleaming skin tucked among the darkened leaves. Sight is useless with r s to t ega hr e iden d tical, so the thief, who at this point in the tale was on the threshold of becoming a hero, had to make his choice blindly; because the truth was there was actually only one apple on the tree; all of the others were fakes. I seem to remember that an unspoken death awaited the hero if he picked the wrong fruit, though in the end of course he didn’t. He picked his apple, which was the only apple, and presented it to I forget whom in order to get I forget what. What I do http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Gilt

Roberts, Chloe Garcia
Manoa , Volume 31 (2) – Dec 18, 2019
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C HLOE gARCIA R OBERTS I remember as a child reading a myth in which a hero was on a quest to pick a golden apple from a whole tree of golden apples. At the beginning of the story, the hero was a thief, so he entered the garden where the tree grew at night. And as he approached, each of the apples on the tree cried out to him , pick me pick me, pick me with the same small voice, the same gleaming skin tucked among the darkened leaves. Sight is useless with r s to t ega hr e iden d tical, so the thief, who at this point in the tale was on the threshold of becoming a hero, had to make his choice blindly; because the truth was there was actually only one apple on the tree; all of the others were fakes. I seem to remember that an unspoken death awaited the hero if he picked the wrong fruit, though in the end of course he didn’t. He picked his apple, which was the only apple, and presented it to I forget whom in order to get I forget what. What I do

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Published: Dec 18, 2019

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