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9 April 2007. That's my baby, Nick Tosche, late at night. Brilliant, informative, unpleasant. His runs of adjectives, describing country-music players and their lives--puce suits, lizard eyes. A version of truth--one slice, adjusted to a falling-barometer... Whereas Wang Wei, above, on top shelf--Sung dynasty print on dark gray-green cover, running all the way across...a copy, from hundreds of years later--his record of attentiveness, everlasting. Shanshui--rivers and mountains. What we put into the world...
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