Please don't listen to it during Ramadan

I know not Lethe nor Nepenthe

I'll explain this one day

"I have thought of death" she said,--"have wished for it,-- would even have prayed for it, were it fit that such as I should pray for any thing."

I,--a man of thought, the book worm of great libraries,__a man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge.

But, up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream,-old as I was, and sombre as I was, and misshapen as I was, that the simple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all mankind to gather up, might yet be mine.

It is my purpose to live and die unknown.

A wanderer, and isolated from human interests.

In all her intercourse with society, however there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it.

being herself in dismal labyrinth of doubt.

His voice, though still rich and sweet, had a certain melancholy prophecy of decay in it.

"Good men ever interpret themselves too meanly"

إلا أن الأمر ليس بهذه السهولة التي تصورها، إنه أشبه بتسلل اللص إلى منزل شخص مستيقظ يتظاهر بالنوم ليسرق منه بؤبؤ عينه، فقد شعر هو بمحاولات صديقه التسلل إلى نفسه ومعرفة خفاياها إلا أنه لم يظهر له ذلك، كان من طبعه أن لا يثق بأي إنسان حتى لو كان أعز أصدقائه، ولهذا أبقى عينيه مفتوحتين تماماً على صديقه وشريكه في السكن.

لا يحق لي أن أتذمر، فها أنا يعلو رأسي سقف ولدّي ماء ساخن في الصنبور، ماذا أريد أكثر من هذا؟
- هاروكي موراكامي

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