murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

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her body in my hands. In the darkness, I returned to that small world of hers. I smelled the meadow grass, heard the rain at night. I thought of her naked, as I had seen her in the moonlight, and pictured her cleaning the aviary and tending to the vegetables with that soft, beautiful body of hers wrapped in the yellow raincape. Clutching my erection, I thought of Naoko until I came. This seemed to clear my brain a little, but it didn't help me sleep. I felt exhausted, desperate for sleep, but it simply refused to cooperate. I got out of bed and stood at the window, my unfocused eyes wandering out towards the flagpole. Without the national flag attached to it, the pole looked like a gigantic white bone thrusting up into the darkness of night. What was Naoko doing now? I wondered. Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, shrouded in the darkness of that curious little world of hers. Let her be spared from anguished dreams, I found myself hoping. 200

In P.E. class the next morning, Thursday, I swam several lengths of the 50-metre pool. The vigorous exercise cleared my head some more and gave me an appetite. After eating a good-sized lunch at a student restaurant known for its good-sized lunches, I was on my way to the literature department library to do some research when I bumped into Midori Kobayashi. She had someone with her, a petite girl with glasses, but when she spotted me, she approached me alone. "Where you going?" she asked. "Lit. library," I said. "Why don't you forget it and come have lunch with me?" "I've already eaten." "So what? Eat again." We ended up going to a nearby café where she had a plate of curry and I had a cup of coffee. She wore a white, longsleeved shirt under a yellow woollen vest with a fish knitted into the design, a narrow gold necklace, and a Disney watch. She seemed to enjoy the curry and drank three glasses of water with it. "Where've you been?" Midori asked. "I don't know how many times I called." "Was there something you wanted to talk about?" "Nothing special. I just called." "I see." 201

her body in my hands. In the darkness, I returned to that small world<br />

of hers. I smelled the meadow grass, heard the rain at night. I thought<br />

of her naked, as I had seen her in the moonlight, and pictured her<br />

cleaning the aviary and tending to the vegetables with that soft,<br />

beautiful body of hers wrapped in the yellow raincape. Clutching my<br />

erection, I thought of Naoko until I came. This seemed to clear my<br />

brain a little, but it didn't help me sleep. I felt exhausted, desperate for<br />

sleep, but it simply refused to cooperate.<br />

I got out of bed and stood at the window, my unfocused eyes<br />

wandering out towards the flagpole. Without the national flag attached<br />

to it, the pole looked like a gigantic white bone thrusting up into the<br />

darkness of night. What was Naoko doing now? I wondered. Of<br />

course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, shrouded in the<br />

darkness of that curious little world of hers. Let her be spared from<br />

anguished dreams, I found myself hoping.<br />

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