murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
comes we have to treat them to sushi deluxe - home delivered. Let me tell you, though, my father never once cheated on his taxes. That's just how he is, a real old-fashioned straight arrow. But tell that to the taxman. All he can do is dig and dig and dig and dig. "Income's a little low here, don't you think?' Well, of course the income's low when you're not making any money! I wanted to scream: "Go do this where they've got some money!' Do you think the taxman's attitude would change if there was a revolution?" "Highly doubtful, highly doubtful." "That does it, then. I'm not going to believe in any damned revolution. Love is all I'm going to believe in." "Peace," I said. "Peace," said Midori. "Hey, where are we going?" I asked. "The hospital," she said. "My father's there. It's my turn to stay with him all day." "Your father?! I thought he was in Uruguay!" "That was a lie," said Midori in a matter-of-fact tone. "He's been screaming about going to Uruguay forever, but he could never do that. He can hardly get himself out of Tokyo." "How bad is he?" I asked. "It's just a matter of time," she said. We walked on in silence. "I know what I'm talking about. It's the same thing my mother had. A brain tumour. Can you believe it? It's hardly been two years since she died of a brain tumour, and now he's got one." The University Hospital corridors were noisy and crowded with weekend visitors and patients who had less serious symptoms, and everywhere hung that special hospital smell, a cloud of disinfectant and visitors' bouquets, and urine and mattresses, while nurses surged back and forth with a dry clattering of heels. Midori's father was in a semi-private room in the bed nearest the door. 216
Stretched out, he looked like some tiny creature with a fatal wound. He lay on his side, limp, the drooping left arm inert, jabbed with an intravenous needle. He was a small, skinny man who gave the impression that he would only get smaller and thinner. A white bandage encircled his head, and his pasty white arms were dotted with the holes left by injections or intravenous drips. His half-open eyes stared at a fixed point in space, bloodshot spheres that twitched in our direction when we entered the room. For some ten seconds they stayed focused on us, then drifted back to that fixed point in space. You knew when you saw those eyes he was going to die soon. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest trace of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all the fixtures and fittings have been removed, awaiting its final demolition. Around the dry lips clumps of whiskers sprouted like weeds. So, I thought, even after so much of a man's life force has been lost, his beard continues to grow. Midori said hello to a fat man in the bed by the window. He nodded and smiled, apparently unable to talk. He coughed a few times and, after sipping some water from a glass by his pillow, he shifted his weight and rolled on his side, turning to gaze out of the window. Beyond the window could be seen only a pole and some power lines, nothing more, not even a cloud in the sky. "How are you feeling, Daddy?" said Midori, speaking into her father's ear as if testing a microphone. "How are you today?" Her father moved his lips. he said, not so much speaking the words as forming them from dried air at the back of his throat. he said. "You have a headache?" Midori asked. he said, apparently unable to pronounce more than a syllable or two at a time. "Well, no wonder," she said, "you've just had your head cut open. Of course it hurts. Too bad, but try to be brave. This is my friend, 217
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Stretched out, he looked like some tiny creature with a fatal wound.<br />
He lay on his side, limp, the drooping left arm inert, jabbed with an<br />
intravenous needle. He was a small, skinny man who gave the<br />
impression that he would only get smaller and thinner. A white<br />
bandage encircled his head, and his pasty white arms were dotted with<br />
the holes left by injections or intravenous drips. His half-open eyes<br />
stared at a fixed point in space, bloodshot spheres that twitched in our<br />
direction when we entered the room. For some ten seconds they stayed<br />
focused on us, then drifted back to that fixed point in space.<br />
You knew when you saw those eyes he was going to die soon. There<br />
was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest trace of what had once<br />
been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all<br />
the fixtures and fittings have been removed, awaiting its final<br />
demolition. Around the dry lips clumps of whiskers sprouted like<br />
weeds. So, I thought, even after so much of a man's life force has been<br />
lost, his beard continues to grow.<br />
Midori said hello to a fat man in the bed by the window. He nodded<br />
and smiled, apparently unable to talk. He coughed a few times and,<br />
after sipping some water from a glass by his pillow, he shifted his<br />
weight and rolled on his side, turning to gaze out of the window.<br />
Beyond the window could be seen only a pole and some power lines,<br />
nothing more, not even a cloud in the sky.<br />
"How are you feeling, Daddy?" said Midori, speaking into her father's<br />
ear as if testing a microphone. "How are you today?"<br />
Her father moved his lips. he said, not so much speaking<br />
the words as forming them from dried air at the back of his throat.<br />
he said.<br />
"You have a headache?" Midori asked.<br />
he said, apparently unable to pronounce more than a syllable<br />
or two at a time.<br />
"Well, no wonder," she said, "you've just had your head cut open. Of<br />
course it hurts. Too bad, but try to be brave. This is my friend,<br />
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