Norwegian Wood

Streaming in through the window, the moonlight cast long shadows and splashed the walls with a touch of diluted Indian ink.

because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

Reiko moved on to the Beatles, playing “Norwegian Wood”, “Yesterday”, “Michelle”, and “Something”. She sang and played “Here Comes the Sun”, then played “The Fool on the Hill”. I laid seven matches in a row.

John Updike’s The Centaur,

Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

“A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do but what he should do.”

‘Mythomania’

and she looks into my eyes as if trying to catch the image of a minnow that has darted across the pool of a limpid spring.