02 May 2010

"April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind."

'Norwegian Wood', Haruki Murakami

 Powerful imagery. I really like the way he writes.

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