She wasn’t a real ghost, of course. We weren’t sure she was a virgin either. Yet we called her so because of her clothes: the light taupe hanbok made of thick, coarse hemp cloth, a dress worn only by funeral-mourners, or by virgin ghosts in folktales, the bewitching, ethereal beauties who met an untimely demise, and were thus forever tortured by the angst of having never possessed a husband. - P17