Yes. Yes, it's good. Feuilly leans out over the wall, looking like he's nineteen years old. He cranes his neck as Harry points out directions. This is another country, another country, a place where people are born and grow and die, speaking their languages and telling their stories, loving the land around them--or hating it, as they fight for a living--

Feuilly is speechless. Even Emilia is speechless.