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jeudi 14 mai 2015

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage - Haruki Murakami


« The whole convergence was like a lucky but entirely accidental chemical fusion, something that could only happen once. You might gather the same materials and make identical preparations, but you would never be able to duplicate the result. »



« Tazaki was the only last name that did not have a color in its meaning. From the very beginning this fact made him feel a little bit left out. »



« He never bragged about his grades, however, and preferred to cautiously stay in the background, almost as if he were embarrassed to be so smart. »



« Tsukuru could see that they genuinely loved it when all five of them got together as a group. Like an equilateral pentagon, where all sides are the same length, their group’s formation had to be composed of five people exactly – any more or any less wouldn’t do. »



« He loved his friends, loved the sense of belonging he felt when he was with them. »



« Her prominent cheekbones gave her an obstinate look, and her nose was narrow and pointed, but there was something indefinably vital and alive about her face that caught his eye. Her eyes were narrow, but when she really looked at somthing they suddenly opened wide : two dark eyes, never timid, brimming with curiosity.

He wasn’t normally conscious of it, but there was one part of his body that was extremely sensitive, somewhere along his back. This soft, subtle spot he couldn’t reach was usually covered by something, so that it was invisible to the naked eye. But when, for whatever reason, that spot became exposed and someone’s finger pressed down on it, something inside him would stir. »



« He studied German and French ; he even went to the language lab to practice English. He discovered to his surprise, that he had a knack for learning languages. Yet he didn’t meet anyone he was drawn to. »



« He never met anyone he felt like gettint to know better, so he spent most of his time in Tokyo alone. On the plus side, he read constantly, more than he ever had before. »



« And slowly he grew used to this new self, with all its changes. It was like acquiring a new language, memorizing the grammar. »



« Ideas are like beards. Men don’t have them until they grow up. »



« Haida was a short but handsome young man. His face was small and narrow, like an ancient Greek statue, but his facial features were, if anything, classical, with a kind of intellgent and reserved look. He wasn’t the type of pretty young boy who immediately grabbed people’s attention, but one of whose graceful beauty only became apparent over time. »



« All five of them were already, at this point, thirty years old – no longer the age when one dreamed of an ordered, harmonious community of friends. »



"´Le mal du pays.' It´s French. Usually it's translated as 'homesickness,' or 'melancholy.' If you put a finer point on it, it's more like 'a groundless sadness called forth in a person's heart by a pastoral landscape.' It's a hard expression to translate accurately."



« People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody. Right ? I know I don’t want to live like that. »



« Usually he wasn’t much of a talker, but something about talking with this younger man stimulated his mind, and sometimes the words just flowed. »



« Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I’m able to see those colors clearly. »



« Maybe I am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. »



« Words don’t come out when you’re hurt that deeply. »



« You look sort of – I don’t know – gaunt and fearless-looking. You have these sunken cheeks, piercing eyes. Back then you had a rounder, softer kind of face. »



« Beautiful features, always immaculately dressed, the kind of woman that makes a great impression. Their hair is always nicely curled. They major in French literature at expensive private women’s colleges, and after graduation find jobs as receptionists or secretaries. They work for a few years, visit Paris for shopping once a year with their girl-friends. They finally catch the eye of a promising young man in the company, or else are formally introduced to one, and quit work to get married. Then they devote themselves to getting their children into famous private schools. As he sat there, Tsukuru pondered the kind of lives they led. »



« The four of us who stayed behind weren’t brave enough to venture out like you did. We were afraid of leaving the town we were brought up in, and saying goodbye to such close friends. »



« Vacations and friends are the two best things in life. »



« Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language. »



« Seeing her now, the true weight of sixteen years of time struck him with a sudden intensity. There are some things, he concluded, that can only be expressed through a woman’s form. »



« Before long, she developed a severe eating disorder. She vomited up almost everything she ate, and gave herself enemas to get rid of the rest. »



« She wanted to stop having periods, Eri said. Extreme weight loss stops you from having periods. That’s what she was hoping for. She didn’t want to ever get pregnant again, and probably didn’t want to be a woman anymore. She wanted, if possible, to have her womb removed. »



« One day I looked around me and realized I was fading. »



« And no matter how much I tried to help her, I couldn’t stop her retreat from reality. It was awful for me. If  I’d stayed in Nagoya, I think my mind would have started to go, too. »



« Don’t let the bad elves get you. »



« For a sicence type, you certainly can get pretty passionate. »



« Everyone was boarding a night train, heading to a far-off destination. Tsukuru envied them. At least they had a place they needed to go. »



Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage – Haruki Murakami

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