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remnant 70: “I was afraid I’d eat your brains”

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The sheep man cocked his head to one side. “Wow, that’s a tough one.”

“Please, tell me. My mother is waiting for me back home.”

“Okay, kid. Then I’ll give it to you straight. The top of your head’ll be sawed off and all your brain’ll get slurped right up.”

I was too shocked for words.

“You mean,” I said, when I had recovered, “you mean that old man’s going to eat my brains?”

“Yes, I’m really sorry, but that’s the way it has to be,” the sheep man said, reluctantly.

The Strange Library, Haruki Murakami


“Conversation 16”

The National

…I was afraid
I’d eat your brains
I was afraid
I’d eat your brains
Cause I’m evil
Cause I’m evil…

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December 18, 2014 at 3:27 pm