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Les Miserables, Victor Hugo



domingo, 9 de janeiro de 2011

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"No, I even know better than that. I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortbread. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strwaberry shortbread out to me. And I say I don't want it any more and throw it out of the window. That's what I'm looking for."
"I'm not sure that has anything to do with love,"I said with some amazement.
"It does," she said. "You just don't know it. There are times in a girl's life when things like that are incredibly important."
"Things like throwing a strawberry shortbread out of the window?"
"Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me.'Now I see, Midori. What a fool I've been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortbread. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I'll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?'"
"So then what?"
(...)
"Well, to me, that's what love is. Not that anyone can understand me, though." Midori gave her head a little shake against my shoulder. "For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn't begin at all"
-in Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami (c)
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