“ But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning. ”
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1997). copy citation
Author | Haruki Murakami |
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Source | The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle |
Topic | morning world loneliness |
Date | 1997 |
Language | English |
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Note | Translated by Jay Rubin |
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