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You drink a language, you speak it, and one day it takes possession of you; from then on, it gets used to making choices for you, it grabs your mouth the way a couple does in a voracious kiss.
—Kamel Daoud, from Meursault, contre-enquête trans. by Suzanne Ruta (Algiers: Éditions Barzakh in Algiers, 2013)
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