Babel

by R.F. Kuang

for many years, if ever. He wasn’t sure what to make of this fact. The word loss was inadequate. Loss just meant a lack, meant something was missing, but it did not encompass the totality of this severance, this terrifying un-anchoring from all that he’d ever known.

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But that’s the beauty of learning a new language. It should feel like an enormous undertaking. It ought to intimidate you. It makes

you appreciate the complexity of the ones you know already.’

‘Translation, from time immemorial, has been the facilitator of peace.