Norwegian Wood (Vintage International)

I mean, the world’s full of things we can’t explain, and somebody’s got to fill that vacuum. Better to have somebody who isn’t boring than somebody who is. Right? Like Mr. Honda, for example.”

We just want to ride, dude. Gratis. To the Reunion. We just want to do the bare unavoidable minimum. Pay taxes, die. Sternberg has resentment even he can’t see, it’s so deep inside. So an ugly mood, and a desperate need to evacuate his body. It’s loathsomely real, I’m afraid. But what’s to be done?

Ou alors je réussis à entrer à l’université, je trouve du travail dans une boîte quelconque, j’épouse Erika, tout le monde est content, nous voilà devenus les merveilleux jeunes mariés, nous avons deux enfants, nous les envoyons dans notre bonne vieille école de Denenchofu, le dimanche nous allons nous détendre près de la rivière Tama, Ob-La-Di, Ob

He told me he wanted to talk to me about a plan of his that was still pretty vague. He just wanted to have my opinion on the matter. He was planning to open an office in Paris which would handle his business directly with the big companies, on the spot, and he wanted to know how I felt about going there. I’d be able to live in Paris and to travel a