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Besides,this was the first time that I'd ever seen another person’s eyes so close to me.The law of distance that regulated my world had been destroyed.A stranger had fearlessly impinged on my existence.The heat of a stranger’s body&the cheap perfume on its skin combined to inundate me by slow degrees until I was completely immersed in it all.For the first time I saw that someone else’s world could melt away like this
Mar 28, 2026 09:52AM
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 244 of 247
Death’s sky was bright and seemed to me like the sky of life. My gloomy thoughts all left me. This world was now devoid of agony.
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 244 of 247
Even after I had returned to the temple I did not tire of looking at my two acquisitions. I took the pocketknife out of its case and licked the blade. The steel immediately clouded over and the clear coolness against my tongue was followed by a remote suggestion of sweetness.
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 244 of 247
On my way back to the temple I thought about the purchases which I had made that evening. They were exciting purchases. Although I had bought the drugs and the knife for the remote eventuality of having to die, I was so pleased with them that I could not help wondering whether this was not how a man must feel who has acquired a new house and who is making plans for his future life.
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 243 of 247
Inasmuch as flies love putrefaction, had Mariko begun to putrefy? Did the girl’s total absence of belief connote putrefaction? Was it because she inhabited an absolute world of her own that the fly had visited her?
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 243 of 247
Mariko was devoid of belief. If there had been an earthquake directly before her eyes, she would not have believed it. If the entire world were to collapse, this girl alone would probably be spared. For Mariko believed only in things that happened according to her own private logic.This logic did not allow for any collapse of the world and accordingly nothing could possibly provide an opportunity for Mariko to think.
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 241 of 247
I only wished that Mariko would experience some premonition from the fateful fact of having met me. I wished that she would come just a little closer to the knowledge that she was lending a hand in the destruction of the world.
Mar 28, 2026 10:08AM
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 241 of 247
I would enter into the emotions that she had created. The ideal thing from her point of view would be that I should respond by bursting into tears.
But I did not do so. Instead, I abruptly snatched the copy of Crime and Puhishment from the bedside and thrust it under her nose.
Mar 28, 2026 10:06AM
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 241 of 247
Mariko greeted me with the same smile as yesterday. The smile was the same, but “yesterday” had not left the slightest trace. Her friendliness towards me was the friendliness that people show to a stranger they happen to glimpse at some street corner.
Mar 28, 2026 10:04AM
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 240 of 247
I felt that at some time and at some place which I could no longer remember—perhaps with Uiko—I had known a more violent form of carnal joy, a sensuality that had made my entire body seem numb. This provided the source of all my later joys, and indeed those joys were merely tantamount to scooping out handfuls of water from the past.
Mar 28, 2026 10:02AM
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Fariha
Fariha is on page 240 of 247
One of the many ways in which I differ from other people is that the acts which I perform in my real life are inclined to end as faithful copies of what is in my imagination. Or, rather, I should say not imagination but the memory of my own well-springs. I could never get over the feeling that every single experience that I might enjoy in my life had already been experienced by me previously in a more brilliant form.
Mar 28, 2026 09:56AM
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