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life Deep Play: Notes on the Balinese Cockfight The Raid too soon in April of 1958, my wife and I arrived, malarial and diffident, in a Balinese village we intended, as anthropologists, to study. A small place, about quintuplet hundred people, and relatively remote, it was its own world. We were intruders, professional integritys, and the villagers dealt with us as Balinese seem always to deal with people not burst of their life who yet press themselves upon them: as though we were not there. For them, and to a degree for ourselves, we were nonpersons, specters, invisible men.

We moved into an extended family confused (that had been arranged before through the provincial government) belonging to one of the four major factions in village life. But but for our landlord and the village chief, whose cousin and brother-in-law he was, everyone ignored us in a way only a Balinese can do. As we wandered around, uncertain, wistful, eager to please, people seemed to look right through ...If you ask to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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