"A girl is teaching a cat to read Shelley's poems, a girl is teaching a cat... to read Shelley's poems." Miss Sakai softly sang this phrase to herself several times, her clove-colored eyes growing ever brighter, "Mr. Gu, Jasmine is reading poetry to Ah Wang—this is what I see as the clamor of human life."
"The first painting in the Singapore Art Exhibition will be based on this theme."
It seemed that Miss Sakai had suddenly made up her mind.
"You're not planning to go to Yangon Port?" Gu Weijing raised an eyebrow.
Koizumi Katsuko had originally planned to go back to the seaside in a few days.
Yangon Port is one of the busiest and most bustling places in this city.
If the muddy Golden Triangle can be summed up in four words as "human hell,"
then using "human clamor" to describe Yangon Port's not-so-bright yet not-so-chaotic ecology is more apt.
