Wen’s Letter

I’ve been called many names, by many different people, and it never bothered me.  For some reason, it does today.  There were times when I attributed their anger to disdain or fear.  Fear of the state I had achieved.  Fear that I was doing right, where they were wrong.  Fear that I was more man than they would ever be. But that was pure vanity. No, today it bothers me…

July 22, 1998
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Cheregh

Cheregh told me today that there is nothing more he can teach me.  He says my grasp of the language is enough that his lessons would prove fruitless.  I think this is the first compliment I have ever received from him.  Verbally at least.  I can see it in his face sometimes, that he is proud of my writing accomplishments, but I think it just isn’t in him to say…

July 4, 1998
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