Linguist across the seas and the oceans.
They all speak our dialect, taking pleasure in preserving the harshness of the local accent. It’s a strange thing, that luxurious Parisian apartment full of the speech of Trieste’s slums.
on James Joyce’s home, from Portraits of the Artist in Exile
I like it.
Big City Life (Mattafix): Don’t you wanna know me; be a friend of mine?
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