"And about this Parsi woman I know, Bapsy, that's her name, she lived in Germany for a while and fell in love with a Turk. - Trouble was, the only language they had in common was German; now Bapsy has forgotten almost all  she knew, while his gets better and better; he writes her increasingly poetic letters and she can hardly reply in nursery rhyme.- Love dying, because of an inequality of language, what do you think of that? - Love dying. There's a subject for us, eh? Saladin? What do you say?"

Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses