Read up; part 38.

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Ever since man has learned to give each part of the body a name, the body has given him less trouble. He has also learned that the soul is nothing more than the grey matter of the brain in action. The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away.

 

-N

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Read up; part 37. 


THE MYSTERIES

The unsuspecting child first wipes the tablet

and then writes the letters on it.

God turns the heart into blood and desperate tears;

then He writes the spiritual mysteries on it.

 

-N

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Read up; part 36. 


China Rich Girlfriend

Trying to compose herself, Colette said, “Oh, it’s been terrible! Just terrible! After you guys left the party, this baby grand piano was wheeled out on the stage. Then John Major appeared and asked me to stand next to him while he serenaded me–”

“The former prime minister of Britain serenaded you?” Nick cut in, utterly bewildered.

“I’m sorry, I mean John Legend.”

“I’m so relieved,” Mehmet remarked drily to Astrid.

 
Rich People Problems

Nadine gave Daisy a pleading look. “But it’s for the orangutans. Don’t you care about the plight of the cute orangutans?”

“Ey Nadine, when Ah Meng died, did you cry?” Daisy asked.

“Er . . . no.”

“I didn’t either. So why one earth would I want to pay ten thousand dollars just to sit in the room full of ang mors eating ang mor food to save a bunch of Ah Mengs?” Daisy argued.

 

-N

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Read up; part 35. 


You stupid overmedicated bitch. If you don’t back that fucking jalopy out of my space, I swear to God, I’m going to punch you in your anti-aging-cold-cream face and permanently reverse five hundred years of white privilege and five hundred thousand dollars of plastic surgery. 


N

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Read up; part 34. 


I keep listing, describing, explaining your every detail, all the elements that shape who you are, and I want to forever delay you coming to find me, perhaps forever delay my death and yours. I should never have written from the beginning. I should never have attempted to write from the beginning. But the story has already begun, and a story that has begun must go on. Like every unlucky narrator, I am fated to finish this story. Whether or not I wish to. Whether or not I will it. 

-N 

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Read up; part 33. 


Having to worry about whether someone is healthy enough to tolerate my fierce hatred or criticism before I decide to blame them — that’s what I call getting old. Masayo gave a somewhat serious sigh. But she had a smile on her face. I would never understand her. 

-N 

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Read up; part 32. 


Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.

 
-N

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