September 1973, that's where this novel begins. That's the entrance. We'll just hope there's an exit. If there isn't one, there wouldn't be any point in writing anything.

“Đó không phải là loại cảm xúc mạnh mẽ, bản năng khiến hai con người như bị sốc …”

“If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The …”

“SO THAT’S MY LIFE—or my life before I stopped sleeping—each day pretty much a r…”

“We used to spend hours talking. We never got tired of talking, never raun out o…”