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Affection is a thread that runs clear through Richard
Stallman's life, and he is painfully candid about it
when questions arise. "There really hasn't been much
affection in my life, except in my mind," he says.
Still, the discussion quickly grows awkward. After a
few one-word replies, Stallman finally lifts up his
menu, cutting off the inquiry.
"Would you like some shimai?" he asks.
When the food comes out, the conversation slaloms
between the arriving courses. We discuss the oft-noted
hacker affection for Chinese food, the weekly dinner
runs into Boston's Chinatown district during Stallman's
days as a staff programmer at the AI Lab, and the
underlying logic of the Chinese language and its
associated writing system. Each thrust on my part
elicits a well-informed parry on Stallman's part.
"I heard some people speaking Shanghainese the last
time I was in China," Stallman says. "It was
interesting to hear. It sounded quite different [from
Mandarin]. I had them tell me some cognate words in
Mandarin and Shanghainese.


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