and that Afasi och Filthy navigate between them with the kind of facility that one simply does not find in hip-hop music outside of Sweden.
Shall I play it for you again?” “Are you joking?” Gus said.
“Pardon?” “Is this some kind of performance?” He looked up at Lidewij and asked, “Is it?”
“I’m afraid not,” Lidewij answered. “He’s not always—this is unusually—” “Oh, shut up, Lidewij.
Rudolf Otto said that if you had not encountered the numinous,
if you have not experienced a nonrational encounter with the mysterium tremendum, then his work was not for you.
And I say to you, young friends, that if you cannot hear Afasi och Filthy’s bravadic response to fear, then my work is not for you.”
I cannot emphasize this enough: It was a completely normal rap song, except in Swedish.
“Um,” I said. “So about An Imperial Affliction. Anna’s mom, when the book ends, is about to—”
Van Houten interrupted me, tapping his glass as he talked until Lidewij refilled it again.
“So Zeno is most famous for his tortoise paradox. Let us imagine that you are in a race with a tortoise.
The tortoise has a ten-yard head start. In the time it takes you to run that ten yards, the tortoise has maybe moved one yard.
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