“Kafuku settled back in the leather seat, closed his eyes, and tried to focus hismind on the sound of the engine when Misaki shifted gears. But he couldn’t catch the precise moment. It was all too smooth, too mysterious. He could only make out a slight gradation in the engine’s hum. It was like the wings of a flying insect, now drawing closer, now fading away.”
“Drive My Car” – Haruki Murkami
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