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That’s a new record for how fast Murakami has offended me in a novel.

“And once that happens, it’s like acid corroding metal: scenes of her eating spread through my head and I lose control.
“Your plain fat woman is fine. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. Theyre just floating there, nothing to do with me. But your young, beautiful fat woman is another story. I am demanded to assume a posture toward her. I could end up sleeping with her.“

“Around young, beautiful, fat women, I am generally thrown into confusion. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because an image of their dietary habits naturally congeals in my mind. She. I see a goodly sized woman, I have a vision of her mopping that last drop of cream sauce with bread, wolfing down that final sprig of watercress garnish from her plate.”