murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
During the summer holidays the university called in the riot police. They broke down the barricades and arrested the students inside. This was nothing new. It's what all the students were doing at the time. The universities were not so easily "dismantled". Massive amounts of capital had been invested in them, and they were not about to dissolve just because a few students had gone wild. And in fact those students who had sealed off the campus had not wanted to dismantle the university either. All they had really wanted to do was shift the balance of power within the university structure, about which I couldn't have cared less. And so, when the strike was finally crushed, I felt nothing. I went to the campus in September expecting to find rubble. The place was untouched. The library's books had not been carted off, the tutors' offices had not been destroyed, the student affairs office had not been burned to the ground. I was thunderstruck. What the hell had they been doing behind the barricades? When the strike was defused and lectures started up again under police occupation, the first ones to take their seats in the classrooms were those arseholes who had led the strike. As if nothing had ever happened, they sat there taking notes and answering "present" when the register was taken. I found this incredible. After all, the strike was still in effect. There had been no declaration bringing it to an end. All that had happened was that the university had called in the riot police and torn down the barricades, but the strike itself was supposed to be 58
continuing. The arseholes had screamed their heads off at the time of the strike, denouncing students who opposed it (or just expressed doubts about it), at times even trying them in their own kangaroo courts. I made a point of visiting those former leaders and asking why they were attending lectures instead of continuing to strike, but they couldn't give me a straight answer. What could they have said? That they were afraid of losing marks through lack of attendance? To think that these idiots had been the ones screaming for the dismantling of the university! What a joke. The wind changes direction a little, and their cries become whispers. Hey, Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The arseholes are getting good marks and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image. For a while I attended lectures but refused to answer when they took the register. I knew it was a pointless gesture, but I felt so bad I had no choice. All I managed to do was isolate myself more than ever from the other students. By remaining silent when my name was called, I made everyone uncomfortable for a few seconds. None of the other students spoke to me, and I spoke to none of them. By the second week in September I reached the conclusion that a university education was meaningless. I decided to think of it as a period of training in techniques for dealing with boredom. I had nothing I especially wanted to accomplish in society that would require me to abandon my studies straight away, and so I went to my lectures each day, took notes, and spent my free time in the library reading or looking things up. And though that second week in September had rolled around, there was no sign of Storm Trooper. More than unusual, this was an earthshattering development. University had started up again, and it was inconceivable that Storm Trooper would miss lectures. A thin layer of 59
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continuing. The arseholes had screamed their heads off at the time of<br />
the strike, denouncing students who opposed it (or just expressed<br />
doubts about it), at times even trying them in their own kangaroo<br />
courts. I made a point of visiting those former leaders and asking why<br />
they were attending lectures instead of continuing to strike, but they<br />
couldn't give me a straight answer. What could they have said? That<br />
they were afraid of losing marks through lack of attendance? To think<br />
that these idiots had been the ones screaming for the dismantling of<br />
the university! What a joke. The wind changes direction a little, and<br />
their cries become whispers.<br />
Hey, Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is<br />
a piece of shit. The arseholes are getting good marks and helping to<br />
create a society in their own disgusting image.<br />
For a while I attended lectures but refused to answer when they took<br />
the register. I knew it was a pointless gesture, but I felt so bad I had no<br />
choice. All I managed to do was isolate myself more than ever from<br />
the other students. By remaining silent when my name was called, I<br />
made everyone uncomfortable for a few seconds. None of the other<br />
students spoke to me, and I spoke to none of them.<br />
By the second week in September I reached the conclusion that a<br />
university education was meaningless. I decided to think of it as a<br />
period of training in techniques for dealing with boredom. I had<br />
nothing I especially wanted to accomplish in society that would<br />
require me to abandon my studies straight away, and so I went to my<br />
lectures each day, took notes, and spent my free time in the library<br />
reading or looking<br />
things up.<br />
And though that second week in September had rolled around, there<br />
was no sign of Storm Trooper. More than unusual, this was an earthshattering<br />
development. University had started up again, and it was<br />
inconceivable that Storm Trooper would miss lectures. A thin layer of<br />
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