Last night I had a dream. I was walking along the beach...
With Edward Said.
Stop right there. The desert? You've already got off to a wrong footing.
Environmental determinism much?
I mean, I just thought it was an appropriate setting, because the desert is the place of loneliness and desolation.
You can't wander alone in the desert forever. From time to time, you must meet...
Edward was displeased.
You are always interrupting me.
Even when you say you are letting me speak, or at least insinuate...
Well, even then, you are speaking for me, through you.
But I can't help it, Edward. I really can't.
Every time I try to talk about China (or other "Eastern" cultures or nations), I end up being accused of speaking out of turn.
But I care so much, I really do!