1Q84 #1-2 (1Q84, #1-2)
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The large crown of his head formed an abnormally flat bald area with lopsided edges. It was reminiscent of a military heliport that had been made by cutting away the peak of a small, strategically important hill.
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The man’s gray suit had countless tiny wrinkles, which made it look like an expanse of earth that had been ground down by a glacier.
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But the longer Tengo studied them, the sorrier he felt for the clothes themselves, for having to be worn by this man.
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stood out like a centipede in a sugar bowl.
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Ushikawa smiled in great delight, revealing a mouthful of horribly crooked teeth. Like seaside pilings that had been hit by huge waves, they pointed off in all directions and were befouled in a great many ways.
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It’s not so easy for people to end their own lives. It’s not like in the movies. There, they do it like nothing, no pain, and it’s all over, they’re dead. The reality is not like that. You lie in bed for ten years with the piss oozing out of you.”
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Not all guns have to be fired, she told herself in the shower. A pistol is just a tool, and where I’m living is not a storybook world. It’s the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
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Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away.
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There was something ominous here, the lingering presence of circuitous death – a slow, quiet, but inescapable death.
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A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
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Her skin exuded a marvelous fragrance. It was the special smell of life that could only be exuded by flesh still in the process of formation, like the smell of dew-laden flowers in midsummer.