The Destructive Tolerance of Babel
From the desk of George Handlery on Wed, 2006-05-31 14:54
Once the outline of this essay emerged in my mind it took only seconds to register an irony connected to the project. It so happens that I spent five longer episodes of my life in different countries. In all these cases the “family language” was not that of the surrounding majority. For instance, in Hungary we spoke French and German. Subsequently, in America we used Hungarian. After my marriage, in San Diego, following an intermezzo in French, it was German. Every time we moved back to Europe we switched to English.


