Paragraph from the novel Replay


? How can one change his humdrum life that is regular as the moon's orbit around the earth, and deserve no better metaphor than "the moon's orbit around the earth". How can one escape from the route coerced upon him by his fate?
There were the walks, the Saturday walks he had initiated in the hope that they would engender some sort of occurrence.
On these walks, he used to tread down Borochov street to King George avenue, then stride up to Allenby Boulevard and from there continue down to the Promenade, turn north and then usually stop off at the Sheraton Hotel on the Yarkon Street to sit in the lobby, rest and gaze at the aging female tourists. Sometimes he would also read a book and after a fair amount of time in which nothing occurred, as usually was the case, he would head out again with renewed strength and lowered expectations to continue up Frishman street towards King George before completing the circle on Borochov.
A long walk for a heavy man like him. Six kilometers and four hundred and twenty meters. On rare occasions, he would follow a man or woman who caught his attraction infusing a hope that the followed one will lead him out of his boring life into a challenging and exiting one. In such occasions he would let himself stray from his usual course, trailing behind them to the point they vanished into the other side of their lives (the entrance door to an apartment building, a bus sailing away to unknown realms, the slammed door of a car) leaving him on a dead end. To spare himself the inevitable disappointment, he usually kept to his regular route, repeating to himself time and again like a mantra: something will happen to me today. Today, something will happen to me. Today, something will definitely occur. Something must take place. I deserve something to happen already. These walks, which he held on a regular basis, he secretly called: "The Walks of Hope". On each of them, he passed seven hundred and twenty four people. This was the number he reached after calculating the average of eleven walks on which he counted only the people who passed by him or sat in the cafés he stepped into. Seven hundred and twenty four different people. Seven hundred and twenty four life stories that were probably much more fascinating than his. Out of them, fifty six percent were women (405). Towards a third of them (135), aged fourteen to fifty, he felt various degrees of sexual attraction. Statistically, it wasn't improbable to assume that a third of the third felt a similar attraction towards him, so it would be very reasonable to say that there were forty five women he could, fuck, screw, bone, nail, smash, adore, torture, beat, worship, love, yes love; it all depended on the kind of relationship that would develop with each and every one of them, if only any relationship would develop. Unfortunately, whether due to lack of luck or to certain incompetence, nothing happened with any of them. Along with all the others that had crossed his path, they too vanished into their lives the moment they disappeared from sight. He faded into his own at the same spot, geographically and mentally, from which he set out on his walks - his apartment, just two or three hours older. Apart from exchanging some essential words with the waitresses that took down his order in the cafés and the hotel lobby, he almost never uttered a word during these walks. There was a lot of silence in his life, despite the fact that he lived in a constant commotion of various electronic devices and a mix of conversations led by him and with him, and was equipped with every available form of communication - cell phone, state-of-the-art computers with a modem and fax (two desktops at the home and the office and one laptop), a connection to the internet, e-mail.
In the summer, he would complete the walks covered in sweat and in the winter, if it suddenly rained, his clothes would get soaked. The feeling that he was missing out on things, which accompanied him in almost every state of consciousness, would abandon its metaphysical nature and, on account of the calculations, take on a more concrete character. Forty five women on each walk. Fifty such walks each year meant 2250 women, an impressive crop by any standard. In the nine years of walking - which he kept to meticulously, following doctor's orders that were prescribed after he experienced mild heart failure - he had passed twenty two thousand five hundred women, with whom, according to all reasonable probability, something should have happened: an easygoing exchange of words; small talk; a joint visit to the movies; a weekend in Eilat; a fascinating discussion about the problem of deconstruction in art and architecture; a wild romance; a quickie in the restaurant's restrooms. Let's say that he didn't take certain variables into consideration and that there was a fifty percent probability of error. 11250 women were still plenty. With a little more courage, he thought during lunch, I could have escaped my own life and become someone else long ago...."

關閉按鈕
關閉按鈕
主站蜘蛛池模板: 在线私拍国产福利精品| 久99频这里只精品23热视频| 男同在线观看免费网站| 国产中文字幕乱人伦在线观看| 2022国产在线视频| 欧美日韩一区二区三区色综合| 国产农村妇女精品一二区| 制服丝袜怡红院| 在线观看免费精品国产| 一级做a爰片性色毛片视频图片| 欧美性白人极品hd| 四虎成人精品无码永久在线| 99精品无人区乱码在线观看| 成年人网站在线免费观看| 久久精品a亚洲国产v高清不卡| 欧美在线一区视频| 亚洲男女一区二区三区| 男生和女生一起差差的视频30分| 四虎精品在线视频| 钻胯羞辱的视频vk| 国产欧美一区二区三区在线看| 5060午夜一级一片| 在线免费国产视频| eeusswww电影天堂国| 少妇无码太爽了不卡视频在线看| 中文日韩亚洲欧美制服| 日本道在线播放| 亚洲精品成人片在线观看精品字幕| 鸣人向纲手开炮| 国产精品自产拍在线观看| AV无码久久久久久不卡网站| 娇小体积女大战两黑鬼| 中文国产成人精品久久下载| 日本三级生活片| 亚洲日韩亚洲另类激情文学| 男女啪啪激烈高潮喷出GIF免费| 又湿又紧又大又爽a视频| 舌头伸进去里面吃小豆豆| 国产人成精品香港三级在| 黄网站免费在线观看| 国语自产少妇精品视频蜜桃|