From American Lucy Lydon, enthusiastically extolling the wonders of overseas studies at a Scottish university and the "international" friendships it affords: "Last night, in our flat, I looked around, and in one room, there were some people speaking Swedish, others speaking Italian and others speaking English [...] And I thought, this is wonderful." [New York Times]
I do believe it is the textbook definition of irony that a young woman thinks that in order to experience other languages and cultures, she must leave a nation, a famously self-proclaimed "melting pot," that founded itself on the ideals of immigration (and that is, apparently, devoid of Italians). Are her fellow citizens -- many of whom are working class immigrants who speak languages originating in continents starting with letters other than E -- too "international" for young Lucy?
posted at 4:36:19 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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