A likable loser tries to keep his head above the torrent of contemporary Beijing.
“Dying has never been our true suffering. All of our sufferings, in fact, have been born . . . from having to live in this mutable world.”
A thoroughly modern man in an Early Modern world rises from humble origins to greatness through wit and learning.
Who is Italian, what is the Italian language, and who deserves to write in it?
He was fascinated with India: I represented its Italian branch, easily accessible.
How can we grieve for those we cannot identify?
Exile is accompanied by the idea of solitude.
“I gallop in English, I am a towering dervish in Urdu, and Hindi is my Kama Sutra. I am still on all fours in Italian.”
“Trailers aren’t usually known to speak.”
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