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A fisherman sits at the weir behind
the university with his bamboo rod in the river, and a hat, which is
actually an umbrella fixed onto his head, fixed onto his cap. He
looks like a peasant, but then the husband of the Dean of the
English Department loves fishing and when he catches a fish we go to
her house to share in the catch: fried and then steamed with red and
green chillies. So it strikes me that he might be a government
official, rejecting the modern life for a few hours a day, which
then makes me think of the poems of Ruan Ji
– who did the same 1800
years ago.
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