‘ “What’s the name of that song of yours? I’m asking you
what its called,” (the village headman) snapped. “Mozart
is thinking of Chairman Mao,” Luo broke in... the headman’s
menacing look softened. He crinkled up his eyes in a wide
beatifi c smile. “Mozart thinks of Mao all the time,” he said.
This was the fi rst taste of our re-education.’
—Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress
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