From Haruki Murakami's "Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World"

Encountered no hint of the nature of my current circumstances

less of an emotional shell – if that's what you want to call it

elevator doors closed behind me as if they'd been waiting for me to leave

vanished

an arc to describe two large circles in the air

try my best to avoid talking with groups like that anymore then I have to

only the vertical hewn-rock walls to either side of the river

right, I think you guys aren't from either the System or the Factory

So flustered, I decided to forget about holding a conversation with her

if you're later than noon, there'll be trouble

less of an emotional shell – if that's what you want to call it

exited the elevator

now Leningrad University – and sought a meeting with the Chairman

counter is scattered with paperclips

either side of the corridors were all wooden doors, each affixed with metal room numbers, but out of order

Or was it the chubby woman in the pink suit?

vanished

elevator

research and make a name for us

wild about this sort of food

eat for breakfast

is that satisfactory?

got in the elevator and the door slid shut without a sound

here, see for yourself how dark they are

threw it over the skull so I could finish watching Key Largo