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Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Persian pussy from over the sea demure and lazy and smug and fat none of your ribbons and bells for me ours is the zest of the alley cat
Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.
It might be the white woman or man our son or daughter will marry and the white woman or man our grandson or granddaughter will marry, all of them wading into the future until one of our line claims to be Sicilian. Leave instructions: the granddaughter of our granddaughter shall be named Cicily.
Pidgin, pidgin everywhere. A peculiarity of dropping the connective, the article, of translating literally, of using present for past, present for future. We Filipinos did not speak pidgin. Our English was straight from the grammar texts.
Round-headed," he muttered. "Brachycephalic, gray-eyed, black-haired, with suggestion of the negroid. Celtic, I presume?
How could I be sure of these teeangers' national origin? Was I using names of origin to give them a place instead, when it was clear that they were moving toward a new language?
You should hear what my parents wanted to call me. It was between Brown Rice, Neon Hitch and Z. Ziggurat Zanzibar Zandorf. I'm not joking. Imagine fitting that on my passport!
Genetically, I'm pure Greek. Psychologically, environmentally, culturally, by choice, I'm a member of the black community.
I'm often mistaken for Spanish or Latin descent.
amanuensis. A rapt
My look is 'Poly'n'Asian' - part Polynesian native, part Asian warrior.
(Hungarian ... ) the only tongue the devil respects
I'm Italian, but some people think I'm Jewish because I work the Yiddish. I also work the Italian, by the way.
Latins for Republicans - it's like roaches for Raid.
I'm a multi-lingual Kundalini-dancing shapeshifter to the 69th degree.
I know French, Italian, Arabic, Egyptian Arabic, Greek, Latin, Gaelic, Scottish, English, and American English.
I'm cunninglingual.
His skin's so tanned he could be Turkish or something
A Greek will never say anything he hasn't already said a thousand times. Her husband Charles reprimanded me for not knowing the word. To Charles it was a mark of one's respect for other cultures to know the local terms of abuse and the words for sex acts and natural wastes.
When an Italian marries a Greek, you get the union of two lots of people who believe themselves to be the creators of modern civilization
Nobody can say a word against Greek: it stamps a man at once as an educated gentlemen.
Australopithecus.
Oh, I love labels, as long as they are numerous. I'm an American writer. I'm a Nigerian writer. I'm a Nigerian American writer. I'm an African writer. I'm a Yoruba writer. I'm an African American writer.
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
A linguist who specialised in the languages of incense and burnt offerings, of moths and radial cremations.
I'm from a Gypsy background!
American? Indian? I don't know what these words mean. In Italy, it is all about blood, family, where you come from. I'm asked where I am from. I'm from nowhere; I always was, but now I am happy knowing it.
An Italian woman came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron.
'Mr Greenleaf?' Tom asked hopefully.
The woman gave him a long, smiling answer in Italian and pointed downward toward the sea. 'Jew,' she seemed to keep saying. 'Jew.
My mother was born in Burma, but my grandfather on her side was Indian-Spanish. So I have this quite exotic mix, which is reflected in my earliest memories, in our Wiltshire country kitchen, of gran, and aunts, cooking spicy stewy, casseroley curries, a version of Indian food with a Burmese twist.
You know the classification of cultures into 'Apollonian' and 'Dionysian.
Everyone asks me why someone Turkish is making Greek yogurt. In Greece, it is not called 'Greek yogurt.' Everywhere in the world it is called 'strained yogurt.' But because it was introduced in this country by a Greek company, they called it 'Greek yogurt.'
I'm such an odd mix of things. My grandfather was Indian: I've got more family living in India than I do in the U.K. My old man was East London. I was brought up in Yorkshire. My great-grandfather was Irish.
A werewolf. He said the word like he was learning a foreign language and wanted to get the accent right.
Let that man be a Bosnian, Herzegovinian. Outside they don't call you by another name, except simply a Bosnian. Whether that be a Muslim (Bosniak), Serb or Croat. Everyone can be what they feel that they are, and no one has a right to force a nationality upon them.
I have friends who read my books in Greek.
I do not wish to hide my origins, nor do I seek to make it a subject of conversation. I am what I am.
I consider Greeks the Jews of the sea.
Reacher nodded. "For a spell." Then he said: "Plato is a weird name for a Mexican, don't you think? Sounds more like a Brazilian name to me." "No, Yugoslavian," Peterson said. "Like that old dictator." "That was Tito." "I thought he was a South African bishop." "That was Tutu.
I'm not Italian, I am Neapolitan! It's another thing!
My name is actually Polish. It's my husband's name. Most people say 'Zaw-stak,' but it's 'Show-stack,' like you're going to a show, eating a stack of pancakes.
British. My mother
(An artist coworker of mine once asked whether alien life forms from Europa would be called Europeans. The absence of any other plausible answer forced me to say yes.)
My father is Chinese, Spanish, and Filipino; my mother is half-Irish and half-Japanese; Greek last name; born in Hawaii, raised in Germany.
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
Christian! His parents had nine months to to think of a name, and the best they came up with was Christian!? My parents had nine months and they didn't call me Jew!
Two nations divided by a common language.
She might be the best-dressed little girl in her elementary school class, but she was still a Greek. Her parents spoke a foreign language, their food was different, and she looked different from the children she went to school with in Corktown.
To how much envy and fraud and hypocrisy the state of a tyrannous king is subject unto, and how they who are commonly called [Eupatridas Gk.], i.e. nobly born, are in some sort incapable, or void of natural affection.
Everything is Greek, when it is more shameful to be ignorant of Latin.
Languages are the pedigree of nations.
I am consciously trying not to make it sound Celtic or African.
Even God had a Welsh name : He spoke to him in the old language; He was to have a peculiar care For the Welsh people. History showed us He was too big to be nailed to the wall Of a stone chapel, yet still we crammed him Between the boards of a black book .
Over the water of time I call to you
In a language I do not know.
I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye 'til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi' the world.
I'm half-Italian and half-Polish. So I'm always putting a hit out on myself.
Reuben was the child of Polish-speaking parents.' The Director interrupted himself. 'You know what Polish is, I suppose?' 'A dead language.
I had to marry a Greek; I had to stir up the ethnic pot. Otherwise, my children would have been anemic and sickly. Now they've got some good Mediterranean blood in them.
Call me Ildar! Call me Abra-ca-da-bra! My name is my name.
Ngari-ngari - literally
My mother's Cubana/Irish and my dad's Catalan. And that blows my mind.
StocktontoMalone
A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless ... speciesless.
RUSSIAN, n. A person with a Caucasian body and a Mongolian soul. A Tartar Emetic.
My last girlfriend was Greek," said the Iceman. "The shit her family ate. You would not believe. Like rice wrapped in leaves. Shit like that.
Albanians, we tan well! I don't burn; I bake.
Does he have a nickname?' Diana went on remorselessly. 'I mean, 'gaiphage' is so long. Can we call him phage? Or maybe just 'G'?
I am Albanian by birth. Now I am a citizen of India. I am also a Catholic nun. In my work, I belong to the whole world. But in my heart, I belong to Christ.
I'm just an Irish biddy.
Cyn like Cynric ?No, S-I-N as in conceived in , born in and lived in
(Is) Euroepan Identity: The Death of National Era?
There is an abundance of ancient place names in the Ukraine and Poland, which derive from 'Khazar' or 'Zhid' (Jew).
Used personal and place-names in their transliteration
Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.
I'm still ambiguously ethnic. I could be Persian - I could be anything. But I'm Italian and Jewish, so I'm a citizen of the world; that's what I prefer.
There are hundreds of thousands of Scots who acknowledge English, Irish or Welsh parts of their very being. Lives and destinies are similarly intertwined in Catalonia and Spain, in Ukraine and Russia.
I'm one-fourth Tatar and three-fourths Bashkirian.
I'm a Yente and I have a terrible accent.
How amazing that the language of a few thousand savages living on a fog-encrusted island in the North Sea should become the language of the world.
For years, I thought that if I had to be a palindrome, make me kuulilennuteetunneliluuk.
Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.
I'm a Catholic by background. I was raised in Goa, a part of India that was visited by Portuguese missionaries a few hundred years ago, which explains my last name.
Just so you know, you can call me anything you want - just as long as you always call me.
I know where the Iberian Peninsula is, Iris."
"I know, I know, you probably built the first road or furrowed the first wheat field ever sown there."
"Brat."
"Cradle robber."
"Grave robber.
No, I didn't forget Samoan - I understand it when you talk to me but, you know, to put phrases together I sound like I do in English.
Do you know what they call themselves, all these people?"
Alyss shook her head. How could she know?
"Alyssians." Bibwit spelled it out.
Her heart gave a little jump. Alyssians? No, they ask too much of me. "I don't think I'm ready for all of this," she said.
Tribally speaking...
My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination.
I'm Vincent," Obinze said, when they met in the back room. "I'm Dee." A pause. "No, you're not English. You can pronounce it. My real name is Duerdinhito, but the English, they cannot pronounce, so they call me Dee." "Duerdinhito," Obinze repeated. "Yes!" A delighted smile.
The mongrel tongue of Slaver's Bay, an ugly blend of Old Ghiscari and High Valyrian.
One's identity derives not from one's nation or blood but from the language one uses.
With a name like that, he must be Catholic, right?
If Jesus was a Jew, why did he have a Spanish name?
The Italians are called "Children of the Sun". They might better be called "Children of the Shadow". Their souls are dark and nocturnal.
A greater liar than the Parthians.
They've called me a great many things over the years, but my name is Nefarian Serpine.
My name is no longer a name, it is a call.
I am a woman committed to
a politics
of transliteration, the methodology
of a mind
stunned at the suddenly
possible shifts of meaning - for which
like amnesiacs
in a ward on fire, we must
find words
or burn.
I came from a tough neighborhood. I used to be a 'dirty Greek.'
My father is Indonesian Timorese, my mother Aboriginal Australian.
Some are born Welsh. Some achieve Welshness. I am going to thrust myself upon Wales.