“And then, this she offered to me, my one truth: "Our language," she said, "is not spoken, but sung… Not simply words... and grammar... but melody. It was hard... thus... to learn English... this language of wood. For the people… — M. T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“By the transport of books, that which is most foreign becomes one’s familiar walks and avenues; while that which is most familiar is removed… — M. T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I protested, 'A man is known by his deeds.' Oh, that's sure,' said Bono. 'Just like a house is known by its deeds. The… — M. T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“The tumults of time are oft passed by in records of the private memoirist; for our days consist not of the Senatorial speech and… — M. T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“And then, this she offered to me, my one truth: "Our language," she said, "is not spoken, but sung… Not simply words... and grammar...… — M. T. Anderson Copy Share Image
