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…,
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