Friday, October 19, 2012

The Language of His Feelings

"I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt.  
He smiled.  Like he was nervous.  I could tell he didn't understand which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason.  I pointed at his shirt.  'Do? You? Really? Love? New York?' I said,  'Your Shirt.'  He looked at his shirt.  I pointed at the N and said 'new' and the Y and said 'york.'  He looked confused, or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad.  I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings.  
'I not know was New York.  In Chinese, ny mean 'you.' Thought was 'I love you.'" 

Jonathan Safran Foer 
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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