There is no language without deceit.

There is no language without deceit.

📖 Italo Calvino

🌍 Italian | 👨‍💼 Journalist

🎂 October 15, 1923 – ⚰️ September 19, 1985

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Italo Calvino's book "Invisible Cities" explores the intricate relationship between language and perception. The quote "There is no language without deceit" suggests that communication inherently involves a layer of interpretation and sometimes misrepresentation. Language serves not only to convey facts but also to shape our understanding of reality, often leading to illusions that can distort true meaning. Calvino's narrative structure reveals how cities, like language, can be layered with complexities and...

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