A mythical animal, the vicuña fares well in the volcanic regions of northern Peru. Light thunders down on it, like Milton at his daughters. Hear that? – they are counting under their breath. When you take up your axe, listen. Hoofbeats. Wind.
“I speak only one language, and it is not my own.”
Jacques Derrida | Monolingualism of the Other: or, The Prosthesis of Origin
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