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[20 Apr 2007|02:28pm] |
I'd begun to imagine my life in a foreign country, some faraway land where, if things went wrong, I could always blame somebody else, saying I'd never wanted to live there in the first place. Life might be difficult for a year or two, but I would tough it out because living in a foreign country is one of those things that everyone should try at least one. My understanding was that it completed a person, sanding down the rough provinicial edges and transforming you into a citizen of the world.
I didn't see this as a romantic idea. It had nothing to do with France itself, with wearing hates or writing tortured letters from a sidewalk cafe. I didn't care where Hemingway drank or Alice B. Toklas had her moustache trimmed. What I found appealing in life abroad was the inevitable sense of helplessness it would inspire. Equally exciting would be the work involved in overcoming that helplessness. There would be a goal involved,
and I like having goals.
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