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‘—a world where even a bouquet of violets carries the definite odour of money. This was the place I had fallen back into with a crash—nauseated—a nausea radically different from all other nauseas’
‘—the southern, musical sound—Cantonese—smooth away everything inside him that was rough—everything that was aching—he was in fact happy—except he could not speak about it—impossible to speak about what he had—in Shanghai’
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‘—the southern, musical sound—Cantonese—smooth away everything inside him that was rough—everything that was aching—he was in fact happy—except he could not speak about it—impossible to speak about what he had—in Shanghai’
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