The stories did not seem to me to touch life. […] They left me with the impression of a well-delivered stereopticon lecture, with characters about as life-like as the shadows on the screen, and whisking on and off, at the mercy of the operator.
As for the piece of land where Ah Fat used to be, it's still an unused empty lot, a silent witness to the life of a Cantonese immigrant named Yu New, who became a Kagay-anon known as Ah Fat and built a bakery that came to define an era […]
the Georgean hills, Whoſe tops are couered with Tartarian theeues, That lie in ambuſh, waiting for a pray:
Six utterly chalk-white people were cramped together beneath the parasol, sharing the little circle of shadow it was casting down onto the moderately sundrenched beach.
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