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Jag läser en novellsamling som heter First person singular och är skriven av Haruki Murakami
Smakbit ur novellen On a Stone Pillow sid 37
“Loving someone is like having a mental illness that´s not covered by health insurance” she said, in a flat tone, like she was reciting something written on the wall. -I see, I said, moved by her words”
Ur novellen Confession of a Shinagawa Monkey sid 140
“A beer after work can´t be beat,” the monkey said, wiping his mouth with the hairy back of his hand. – But being a monkey, the opportunities to have a beer like this are few and far between”
Ur novellen Carnaval sid 167
“-What I´ve observed is that most of the beautiful women I know are dissatisfied, and irritated by tiny, inconsequential flaws – the kind inevitably found somewhere in any person´s physical makeup, Their big toes are too big, or their nails are weirdly off center, or their nipples aren´t the same size. One woman I know is convinced that her earlobes are too long, and always wears her hair long to hide them.
Compared to these women, isn´t a woman who is not beautiful – who is even considered to be ugly – and yet enjoys that fact, a far happier person?”