pull the string

"It made him think of a small room -- a nice, neat room that was a comfortable place to be. It had strings of many colours hanging from the ceiling, strings of different shapes and lengths, and each string, in its own way, sent a thrill of enticement through him. He wanted to pull one, and the strings wanted to be pulled by him. But he didn't know which one to pull. He felt that he might pull a string and have a magnificent spectacle open up before his eyes, but that, just as easily, everything could be ruined in an instant. And so he hesitated, and while he lingered in confusion another day would end."

-- Aeroplane

發條鳥

"I turned my palms upward in the sunlight. In an instant, they felt warm, as though the light were seeping into the skin, soaking into the very lines of my fingerprints. The light ruled over everything out here. Bathed in light, each object glowed with the brilliant color of summer. Even intangibles such as time and memory shared the goodness of the summer light."





發條鳥的好可能很裡面。

發條鳥似乎有種擁有明明類似的符號 ，而這些類似的符號比其他類似的符號有著更加跳出來的魔力。

如果井挖得不夠深，待得不夠久，是無法擁有穿牆的力量的。

整本小說就像是村上先生的沙箱吧。

miracle

as perfect as a miracle.