Love, with Chinese characteristics (a conversation)
"You need to understand," Walter said, lighting a cigarette. "Chinese love is real love."
"And American love isn't?" Nick said.
"Western love," Walter said, "is not real love. Not in the Chinese sense. It's not. Their love is deeper, truer."
"Yeah," Nick said, "I can see what you mean."
He could too. One night at dinner he had casually remarked that he had worn holes in a pair of socks. The next day his g…