nameless elves out in the woods have been busy at the spinning wheel

Once she was gone, I downed another cola, then took a hot shower and shaved. I was down to the bottom on just abot everything – soap, shampoo, shaving cream.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair, rubbed on body lotion, cleaned my ears. Then to the kitchen to heat up the last of the coffee. Only to discover: no one sitting at the opposite side of the table. Staring at that chair where no one sat, I felt like a tiny child in a De Chirico painting, left behind all alone in a foreign country. Of course, a tiny child I was not. I decided I wouldn’t think about it and took my time with my coffee and cigarette.

A Wild Sheep Chase – Murakami
Pg 19

^ it was a great image. and that line truly stood out from that chapter. it was mentally pretty shocking, you gotta read the entire chapter to understand.

There are various reasons why an individual might habitually consume large quantities of alcohol, but they all effectively boil down to the same thing.

Five years ago, my business partner was a happy drunk. Three years later, he had become a moody drunk. And by last summer, he was fumbling at the knob of the door to alcoholism. As with most habitual drinkers, he was a nice-enough, regualr-if-not-exactly-sharp kind of guy when sober. Everyone thought of him as a nice-enough, regular-if-not-exactly-sharp kidn of guy. He thought so too. That’s why he drank. Because it seemed that with alcohol in his system, he could more fully embody this idea of being that kind of guy.

Things were find at first. But as time went on and the quantity of alcohol increased, subtle changes occurred, and these subtle changes gradually wore into a deep rut. His regularity and nice-enoughness got ahead of him, excessively so. A typical case. Typically, however, people don’t think of themselves as typical cases. And not-exactly-sharp types even less so. The attempt to regain sight of what he’d lost sent him wandering in an even thicker alcoholic fog.

Still, at least for the time being, he was a regular guy until the sun went down. And since for years now I had made a conscious effort not to meet up with him after sunset, as far as I was concerned he was regular enough. Even so, I knew full well that after sunset he became not quite regular, and he himself knew it too. As neither of us would ever broach the subject, we got along the same as always. We just weren’t the friends we had once been.

A Wild Sheep Chase – Murakami
Pg 45-46

^ i love the vivid description of alcoholism, the great imagery

“Nameless elves out in the woods have been busy at the spinning wheel.”

A Wild Sheep Chase – Murakami
Pg 59

^ my fave line of the whole book.

Come to think of it, these formulas apply across teh board to everything I’ve experienced thus far in life. With a little patience, I’m sure I’d be able to conduct, (a), a life with my right hand, and (b), a life with my left. Not that it matters much. It’s like doughnut holes. Whether you take a doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

A Wild Sheep Chase – Murakami
Pg 61

^ I quote passages to give some context. Metaphysical doughnut eh. =) true. lots of things on this blog are metaphysical. life goes on with or without it.


There are symbolic dreams — dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities — realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councilllors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is nothing unusual about a dairy cow seeking a pair of pliers. A cow is bound to get her pliers sometime. It has nothing to do with me.

Yet the fact that the cow chose me to obtain her pliers changes everything. This plunges me into a whole universe of alternative considerations. And in this univerise of alternative considerations, the major problem is that everything becomes protracted and complex. I ask the cow, ” Why do you want pliers?” And the cow answers, “I’m really hungry.” So I ask, ” Why do you need pliers if you’re hungry?” The cow answers, “To attach them to branches of the peach tree.” I ask, ” Why a peach tree?” To which the cow replies,” Well, that’s why I traded away my fan, isn’t it?” And so on and forth. The thing is never resolved, I being to resent the cow, and the cow begins to resent me. That’s a worm’s eye view of its universe. The only way to get out of that worm universe is to dream another sympbolic dream.

A Wild Sheep Chase – Murakami
Pg 67

I still do not like this book. There are a few gems, but few and far between. Not great compared to his other books. But what to do, once you’re in so deep, you gotta read everything.

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