Pinyin, a wonderful invention, is essentially part of the post-Roman  (alphabetic) world.

French to me is like a old lover whom I rarely see. Whenever I do so, in person or via memory…,


Quinault lands

I tend to be not unsympathetic to rather uninterested in complaints migrants, voluntary or not, make about cultural and linguistic displacement, since I knew by the age of fifteen that I didn’t want to be the American I was raised to be. I wanted out, myself. I did have some vague idea of the consequences.

On Gramsci, Jm Larira


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