murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
"I don't know, I've never done it with so many restrictions before," I said. "Will you just think about me?" "All right, I'll think about you." "You know, Watanabe, I don't want you to get the wrong impression - that I'm a nymphomaniac or frustrated or a tease or anything. I'm just interested in that stuff. I want to know about it. I grew up surrounded by nothing but girls in a girls' school, you know that. I want to find out what guys are thinking and how their bodies are put together. And not just from pull-out sections in the women's magazines but actual case studies." "Case studies?" I groaned. "But my boyfriend doesn't like it when I want to know things or try things. He gets angry, calls me a nympho or crazy. He won't even let me give him a blow job. Now, that's one thing I'm dying to study." "Uh-huh." "Do you hate getting blow jobs?" "No, not really, I don't hate it." "Would you say you like it?" "Yeah, I'd say that. But can we talk about this next time? Here it is, a really nice Sunday morning, and I don't want to ruin it talking about wanking and blow jobs. Let's talk about something else. Is your boyfriend at the same university as us?" "Nope, he goes to another one, of course. We met at school during a club activity. I was in the girls' school, he was in the boys', and you know how they do those things, joint concerts and stuff. We got serious after our exams, though. Hey, Watanabe." "What?" "You only have to do it once. Just think about me, OK?" "OK, I'll give it a try, next time," I said, throwing in the towel. We took a commuter train to Ochanomizu. When we transferred at 210
Shinjuku I bought a thin sandwich at a stand in the station to make up for the breakfast I hadn't eaten. The coffee I had with it tasted like boiled printer's ink. The Sunday morning trains were filled with couples and families on outings. A group of boys with baseball bats and matching uniforms scampered around inside the carriage. Several of the girls on the train had short skirts on, but none as short as Midori's. Midori would pull on hers every now and then as it rode up. Some of the men stared at her thighs, which made me feel uneasy, but she didn't seem to mind. "Know what I'd like to do right now?" she whispered when we had been travelling a while. "No idea," I said. "But please, don't talk about that stuff here. Somebody'll hear you." "Too bad. This one's kind of wild," Midori said with obvious disappointment. 'Anyway, why are we going to Ochanomizu?" "Just come along, you'll see." With all the cram schools around Ochanomizu Station, on Sunday the area was full of school kids on their way to classes or exam practice. Midori barged through the crowds clutching the strap of her shoulder bag with one hand and my hand with the other. Without warning, she asked me, "Hey, Watanabe, can you explain the difference between the English present subjunctive and past subjunctive?" "I think I can," I said. "Let me ask you, then, what possible use is stuff like that for everyday life?" "None at all," I said. "It may not serve any concrete purpose, but it does give you some kind of training to help you grasp things in general more systematically." Midori gave that a moment's serious thought. "You're amazing," she said. "That never occurred to me before. I always thought of things 211
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Shinjuku I bought a thin sandwich at a stand in the station to make up<br />
for the breakfast I hadn't eaten. The coffee I had with it tasted like<br />
boiled printer's ink. The Sunday morning trains were filled with<br />
couples and families on outings. A group of boys with baseball bats<br />
and matching uniforms scampered around inside the carriage. Several<br />
of the girls on the train had short skirts on, but none as short as<br />
Midori's. Midori would pull on hers every now and then as it rode up.<br />
Some of the men stared at her thighs, which made me feel uneasy, but<br />
she didn't seem to mind.<br />
"Know what I'd like to do right now?" she whispered when we had<br />
been travelling a while.<br />
"No idea," I said. "But please, don't talk about that stuff here.<br />
Somebody'll hear you."<br />
"Too bad. This one's kind of wild," Midori said with obvious<br />
disappointment.<br />
'Anyway, why are we going to Ochanomizu?"<br />
"Just come along, you'll see."<br />
With all the cram schools around Ochanomizu Station, on Sunday the<br />
area was full of school kids on their way to classes or exam practice.<br />
Midori barged through the crowds clutching the strap of her shoulder<br />
bag with one hand and my hand with the other.<br />
Without warning, she asked me, "Hey, Watanabe, can you explain the<br />
difference between the English present subjunctive and past<br />
subjunctive?"<br />
"I think I can," I said.<br />
"Let me ask you, then, what possible use is stuff like that for everyday<br />
life?"<br />
"None at all," I said. "It may not serve any concrete purpose, but it<br />
does give you some kind of training to help you grasp things in<br />
general more systematically."<br />
Midori gave that a moment's serious thought. "You're amazing," she<br />
said. "That never occurred to me before. I always thought of things<br />
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