Thank you, mido505: In my salad days, I used to go to the Sun Sing Theater, when it was a movie house. I had a pal, the language teacher I may have mentioned, who loved Kung-Fu pictures, which right after his first divorce, were becoming the thing to do. [Unfortunately, he is no longer nearby.] The neighborhood today is considerably changed. Mr. French often takes visiting firemen and women for tours that include the old site. I am absorbed in several serious matters, one of which just came up, but I'll try to post you a description when I have the time and money for a lunch down there. [Don't hold your breath too long; I can't. But I shall do it, I promise.]
And thank you, Nextren, for along with mido505 and tonyw: You have provided some of the most practical and useful suggestions to answer my simple, honest question.
[As for that other guy's advice, I do know a beautiful, intelligent woman from Taipei (thus, speaks Mandarin), who lived with our family for a while. She married well, became a millionairess, and runs a business near Sacramento. I see her only occasionally. Otherwise, have you ever thought of trying to ask an Asian acquaintance to sit down for an hour and a half in order to establish context to interpret five minutes of Mandarin or Cantonese, you don't know which, in a western motion picture? Or as our expert on the Far East urges, just ask the first three or four Asians you run into on the street to come home with you and watch a bad DVD copy of the 87 minute LADY FROM SHANGHAI because you want them to translate some Chinese dialogue? "Ouch! I'm telling you, officer, that I made a perfectly innocent request. Any Literary Sociologist would have done the same thing!"]
Now, my Literary Sociologist friend, I don't know if you have read over your entire dossier of correspondence with people who might be Christopher Welles, but I think you may already have been p**ss*ng off Orson Welles' daughter, for some period: match point and set. That is to say, if your judgment does not lead you to suspect that the person who uses the avatar, Christopher, is REALLY NOT a daughter of Orson Welles. If I were you, I wouldn't depend upon Larry French's kindness too far. Imagine you are, Larry, and ask yourself the question, please: "Would I rather have Orson Welles' daughter at Wellesnet, or this other guy -- the source of startling articles like the one posted above, "Ripped from the Headlines" of the daily Chinese press? I think the answer is obvious. You are just the kind of person who drove Rick Schmidlin from this site for a long time. Shh-h-h, pal. I sense that we are both expendable, in that context. The shadowy figure who calls herself "Christopher" has it right on. Our exchanges, after a short while, may have "bored" far more ordinary persons than Christopher!
And finally, thank you, Christopher. No more than Larry can I figure why you find me useful here, but I appreciate it. Please don't try to review all this guff! You have done some REAL writing, "Darling Girl," and you have much more to do.