Butterflies don't know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how beautiful it is. Likewise, you don't know how good you are, but others can see that you are special.

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Tác giả: Haruki Murakami
Thể loại: Tiểu Thuyết
Biên tập: Truong Ngoc Tuan
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Chapter 41: Green Cords And Red Cords; Frozen Seagulls
fter the Rat disappeared, an unbearable cold spread throughout the house. I tried to throw up, but nothing would come, only gasps of stale breath.
I went upstairs, took off my sweater, and burrowed under the covers. I was swept by alternating waves of chills and fever. With each wave the room would swell and contract. My blanket and underwear were soaked in sweat, which congealed into a cold, constricting skin.
“Wind the clock at nine,” someone whispers in my ear. “Green cord to green cord … red cord to red cord … get the hell out by nine-thirty.”
“Don’tworry,” says the Sheep Man. “It’llgofine.”
“The cells replace themselves,” says my ex-wife. She is holding a white lace slip in her right hand.
My head rocks.
Red cord to red cord … green cord to green cord …
“You don’t understand a thing, do you?” accuses my girlfriend.
No, I don’t understand a thing.
There comes the sound of waves. Heavy winter waves. A lead-gray sea specked with whitecaps. Frozen seagulls.
I am in the airtight exhibition room of the aquarium. Row upon row of whales’ penises on display. It’s hot and stuffy. Someone better open a window.
Someone opens a window. Shivering cold. Seagull cries, sharp piercing voices ripping at my flesh.
“Remember the name of your cat?”
“Kipper,” I reply.
“No, it’s not Kipper,” the chauffeur says. “The name’s already changed. Names change all the time. I bet you can’t even remember your own name.”
Shivering cold. And seagulls, far too many seagulls.
“Mediocrity walks a long, hard path,” says the man in the black suit. “Green cord via red cord, red cord via green cord.”
“Heardanythingaboutthewar?” asks the Sheep Man.
The Benny Goodman Orchestra strikes up “Air Mail Special.” Charlie Christian takes a long solo. He is wearing a soft cream-colored hat.
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