1Q84: Book 3 (2Q84 2)

“The town at the mercy of a deep loneliness during the day and, come night, of large cats. There’s a beautiful river running through it, and an old stone bridge spanning the river. But it’s not where we should stay.”

“Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa.”

It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be, But it wouldn’t be make-believe If you believed in me.

“To get something important, people have to pay a price. That’s the rule the world operates by.”

most people in the world don’t really use their brains to think. And people who don’t think are the ones who don’t listen to others.

As he wrote, his mind was living in that world. Even when he lay down his pen and stood up from the desk, his mind remained there. There was a special sensation of his body and his mind beginning to separate, and he could no longer distinguish the real world from the fictional.

The whole concept of getting something out of his system was something he might be lacking.

So as an experiential model, it’s probably correct.” “Experiential model,” Fuka-Eri repeated. “After taking a lot of samples, you come to view one conjecture as actually correct.”

The rough waves of the Pacific. It was a thick, darkish sound, as if many souls were gathered, each whispering his story. They seemed to be seeking more souls to join them, seeking even more stories to be told.