Kafaka on the shore -1

chapter 25

1. sybolism and meaning are two seperate things. i think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. artists are those who can evade the verbose. if talent is a kind of natural energy, doesn't it have to find an outlet?

2. i blush a litte: " can i ask a really stupid thing? totally off the wall". the wind swirls outside, pounding rain against the window. the ceiling light casts a shadow of me and him on the floor. it is fate reeling me in this drama.

3. " why do you run away from home?" " cz i felt like i stayed there i'd be damaged before repair." in the end, everyone has got to have a place where he can retreat to, worth coming back.

4 " are you happy when you are 15?" " i wasn't alone, but i feel lonely. because i knew i could never be happier than i was then. that much i knew for sure. that was why i wanted to go--just as i was-- to some place where there was no time.

"what i want is to grow faster." she pulls back to study my expression. " you must be much stronger and independent than i am. at your age i was filled with illusions of escaping reality, but you are standing right up to the world and confronting it head-on. that is a big difference.

5. he didn't enjoy talking with other kids his age-- they were on a different wavelength. so he spent most of his time held up in his room, reading or listening to music. a tinny hammer in my head was pounding on a drawer somewhere, persistently. i am trying to rememeber something, sth very important, but i don't know what it is. ( really accurate description, i have feelings like that but can't express it in English)

chapter 24

1. he rubbed his head deliberately with his palm for a while, as if pondering weighty matters. He enjoyed a leisurely bath, went out, and strolled around to get the lay of the land, then ducked in a sushi shop for dinner and beer. ( concise and rhythemed, like a song)

2. this suited him. he'd always loved machines. and when he was perched high up in the truck with his hands on the wheel, it was like he was in his private kingdom ( trigger my imagination, i've once fancied the life of a truck driver, free, tiring, silent but comfortable, strong combination of feelings).

3. he never lectured him. not once. he always treated him to a good meal. the old man, at least, knew he was alive and worried about him. ( warm, gentle, silent people in his books)

4. it was only his luck that kept him from killing his father. at least he had certainly taken his share of his beatings.

5. i will pay now, i dont like men go all to pieces over money. his tilted his bowl and drained the last drop of soup.