Traduttore, traditore: An act of translation is always an act of betrayal. 1828. Robin Swift, …
By the time Professor Richard Lovell found his way through Canton’s narrow alleys to the faded address in his diary, the boy was the only one in the house left alive.
— Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R.F. Kuang
@Tak@reading.taks.garden Oh, I like this exercise. And thank you for the reminder of the opening line. I'm about 2/3 of the way through the book now, and appreciate this line even more in hindsight.
@Tak@reading.taks.garden Oh, I like this exercise. And thank you for the reminder of the opening line. I'm about 2/3 of the way through the book now, and appreciate this line even more in hindsight.
