Chapter 25 captures the mood of uncertainty brilliantly. The vivid scene in the church, where the protagonist contemplates, "What had I become? A dutiful worker? A solitary thinker?" adds a profound layer to the narrative. It’s a captivating blend of introspection and suspense, with every detail heightening the intrigue.
Closer and closer - I can't wait to get my hands on that painting... uh, I mean, Marie get her hands, yeah, that's it. ;) It is strange - strange to need to remind ourselves that yes, people do kill for money, and not always vast sums.
"We danced between English and Japanese, peppered with a little German here and there. It was as if we embodied the power of multiple boundaries that spies had used after the war." Language is emerging as the key theme in the novel. Not just language as identity, but as a passport to knowledge and a way of literally crossing boundaries. Not to mention the whole" traduttore, traditore" thing. No wonder I'm enjoying it so much 🙂
Chapter 25 captures the mood of uncertainty brilliantly. The vivid scene in the church, where the protagonist contemplates, "What had I become? A dutiful worker? A solitary thinker?" adds a profound layer to the narrative. It’s a captivating blend of introspection and suspense, with every detail heightening the intrigue.
Closer and closer - I can't wait to get my hands on that painting... uh, I mean, Marie get her hands, yeah, that's it. ;) It is strange - strange to need to remind ourselves that yes, people do kill for money, and not always vast sums.
"We danced between English and Japanese, peppered with a little German here and there. It was as if we embodied the power of multiple boundaries that spies had used after the war." Language is emerging as the key theme in the novel. Not just language as identity, but as a passport to knowledge and a way of literally crossing boundaries. Not to mention the whole" traduttore, traditore" thing. No wonder I'm enjoying it so much 🙂