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I speak American, but I can’t understand it. |
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I speak American, but I can’t understand it. After Max Ernst and Peggy Guggenheim fled France for New York in 1941, they received a visit from their friend, the leader of Europe’s Surrealist Movement, Andre’ Breton. Breton, a true Frenchman, must have found New York both fascinating and appalling. Andre’ asked his friend how he was managing with yet another language. Max answered, “Well I speak English, but I don’t understand it.” That’s how I feel right now about being an American |