I’ll never forget an unusually frank conversation I once had with a Japanese acquaintance (let’s call him ‘Yoshi’). He was explaining how his marriage had failed, after only a few weeks:
‘I never had time to myself. Whenever I got home, she was always there.’
He stressed the words ‘always’ and ‘there’, drawing them out with a sad, weary, frustration.
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