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La Vie En Rose: Mia Doi Todd (2000)
“At my school they taught you a bit of French, but anyone who attempted to pronounce a word correctly was laughed down. On a trip to Calais we attacked a Frog behind a restaurant. By this ignorance we knew ourselves to be superior to the public-school kids, with their puky uniforms and leather briefcases, and Mummy and Daddy waiting outside in the car to pick them up. We were rougher; we disrupted all lessons; we were fighters; we never carried no effeminate briefcases since we never did no homework. We were proud of never learning anything except the names of footballers, the personnel of rock groups and the lyrics of ‘I am the Walrus.’ What idiots we were! How misinformed! Why didn’t we understand that we were happily condemning ourselves to being nothing more than motor-mechanics? Why couldn’t we see that? For Eleanor’s crowd hard words and sophisticated ideas was the currency that bought you the best of what the world could offer. But for us it could only ever be a second language, consciously acquired.”
- Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia (1990)