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Vanishing Boundaries: Translation in a Multilingual World

Tetsuji and I spoke English to each other while we were on vacation, something we had never done in Tokyo. Suddenly I realized that Tetsuji seemed like a different person to me, here on the South China Sea and speaking the fluent English he had mastered through a succession of foreign lovers. I had not realized how important language was to the way we had always related. Now it was clearer, as we translated our affection for each other into a language so much a part of me, and so finally remote a thing for him.