Babel

by R.F. Kuang

girls were mysterious subjects imbued not with a rich inner life but with qualities that made them otherworldly, inscrutable, and possibly not human at all.

Not sure if i love or hate this

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways – I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows.

‘That’s just what translation is, I think. That’s all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they’re trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.’