Yeah, you were doing a real bang-up job of it. I particularly liked the way you were bruising his fists with your face. A few minutes more and I’m sure your heart would have been on the attack...after it was ripped from your chest. (Kat)

There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?

I really don&#39;t want to say goodbye to any of you people.

Kā tas var būt, ka laikmetā, kad cilvēki būvē stacijas uz Mēness, ogles joprojām iegūst raktvēs, Aomaame nobrīnījās.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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