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Through a Glass Markly

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It is odd to talk to my son because neither of us speaks the language of the other. I do not speak French, nor he English. It’s a well meaning pantomime through a minefield. No colloquialisms, not slang, not even contractions. I have to write like a four year old, so the machine translation can [...]

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