世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando

世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando[Epub] ➛ 世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando ➜ Haruki Murakami – 'A narrative particle accelerator that zooms between Wild Turkey Whiskey and Bob Dylan unicorn skulls and voracious librarians John Coltrane and Lord Jim Science fiction detective story and post moder 'A no owari to hādoboirudo PDF/EPUB or narrative particle accelerator no owari ePUB ´ that zooms between Wild Turkey Whiskey and Bob Dylan unicorn skulls and voracious librarians John Coltrane and Lord Jim Science fiction detective story and post modern manifesto all rolled into one rip roaring novel Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World is the tour de force that expanded Haruki Murakami's international following Tracking one 世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai PDF or man's descent into the Kafkaesue underworld of contemporary Tokyo Murakami unites East and West Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo PDF \ tragedy and farce compassion and detachment slang and philosophy'.

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  • 世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando
  • Haruki Murakami
  • English
  • 22 November 2014

10 thoughts on “世界の終りとハードボイルド・ワンダーランド Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando

  1. Andrew says:

    This is your brain an egg This is your brain on Murakami an egg sprouting arms and legs and attempting to hump other eggs while doing the Electric Slide and attempting to save the world to a killer soundtrack If you like Murakami you'll like it although it doesn't blend the two twisted sides of Murakami's writing as well as a book like Norwegian Wood or Kafka on the Shore In each of those novels the reader gets transitions within chapters and his talents for myth telling in both the mystical and mundane worlds is woven together like two different colored pieces of yarn fraying and blending at the end A depressed hippy juggles his daily life student and record store shop employee who occasionally trolls for women with his amoral college roommate with his intensely personal life a boy growing into a man learning about love heartbreak and death A talking cat accompanies a small boy on his adventures the boy eating a lot of diner food and not really doing much but hanging out at the library These are the things you get with Murakami but they usually coexist fairly nicely driving toward a space where fantasy and reality decide to have a nice conversationHard Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World is aptly titled because it really is two separate stories the And is paramount they are woven together but like two noodles can be woven together but never uite mesh Oddly the formal structure of the book one chapter in reality one chapter in myth lends itself to reading the two stories as each lending to the other but one could almost until the very end read each one as independent of the other Murakami's reality is far flung and outlandish but it obeys its own rules and takes the reader for a nice tragic ride The myth is much prosaic and sedate but is clearly too serene to be reality Perhaps it is Murakami's commentary on life truth is stranger than fiction especially when the fiction is based on the truth is based on the fictionThe novel could be an ouroboros but instead it is a little like the hospital symbol of a serpent wrapped about a knife To understand this read the book I can't describe it any better than this It gets a four because it's frankly a little too self reflexive for me no main character should really ever say Stuff like this only happens in novels as far as I'm concerned but it is a stylistic precursor to Murakami's most famous and best work that I've read Kafka on the Shore so you get to see how Murakami's style evolves a dualistic peek into the development of a dichotomous author

  2. Kenny says:

    “ Unclose your mind You are not a prisoner You are a bird in fight searching the skies for dreams” Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World Haruki MurakamiBuddy read with my friend SrđanThere is so much to say about Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World; I'm just not certain I'm the one to say it I was never able to uite connect with the characters or the plot on an emotional level Part of the problem is that Murakami attempts to blend so many different literary genres and only partially succeeds here Is this a hard boiled detective novel or a sci fi novel? Is it a romance novel or dystopian fiction? I'm not sure even Murakami himself can answer that And to make matters confusing Murakami threw some fantasy in here for good measure along with a dash of cold war spy thrillers It is obvious that Murakami has a love for the hard boiled detective novels of the 30's 40's and 50's and while his Hard Boiled Wonderland portion of the book is interesting it's also obvious that Murakami has a lot to learn from Phillip Marlow Another issue with the Hard Boiled Wonderland portion of the book are the random references to Western culture sprinkled throughout the book References are made to films film stars and musicians for no reason other than to reference them These references do nothing to further the story in any way yet paragraphs and even pages are given over to themConfused? So was Murakami And yet this book is fascinating I could not put it downMurakami promises much in this work And to be honest he delivers much Perhaps too much Murakami's Tokyo is a wonderland And we do end up at venturing to the end of the world Along the way we encounter unicorns gangsters mad scientists chubby girls clad in pink subterranean monsters seductive librarians dream readers mysterious forests and the hallucinogenic effects of music between the mind and the sub conscious mindAdding to this wonderland is the Calcutec's penis There is tremendous interest his manhood and it keeps popping up at the most inconvenient moments Where Murakami best succeeds is with the End of the World portion of the book It is a stark contrast to the neon saturated Tokyo of Murakami's wonderland In this world people surrender their shadows extract and read dreams and live in fear of a mysterious wall Yet even in this drab world the characters we encounter are no less colorful Here Murakami's writing is unencumbered by the ghosts of Marlow Cain Bradbury Jung and le CarréUpon finishing the book I was bothered with the lack of an ending Characters disappeared for no reason Plots were dropped as uickly as they appeared The book was overwritten and in need of editing and still the ending was rushedThis was only my third Murakami and second full length novel of his So I am still uite new to his work While I found the book to be utterly fascinating I am certain it is far from his best work In the end I do recommend this book Even second rate Murakami is better than many writers best efforts

  3. Jenn(ifer) says:

    Maybe you’ve heard it said before in every joke there is a grain of truth Well as many of you may remember I’ve been known to pick on Jay Rubin now and again for what I perceive to be his clunky translations of Murakami’s flawless prose Because it couldn’t possibly be that Haruki is a clunky writer Get that thought out of your head right now So I like to kid poor Jay and make him the scapegoat but the I think about it the validity I find in my little uips You see dear reader MY top three favorite Murakami novels were translated by this guyAlfred Birnbaum Hmmm coincidence? I’m not so sureTranslations aside as I mentioned in my little place holder review Murakami’s books are like comfort food for my soul Let me explain this further Like Haruki I have a deep seated love for music of all genres and as a result I have a rather bloated music collection Yet sometimes for whatever reason nothing I listen to pleases me It is in these moments that I turn to Wilco They never let me down Something about the music is just so cozy It doesn't make me mopey; it doesn't pick at my scabs trying to open a healing wound; it doesn't make me wallow in the murky waters of nostalgia The music manages to contentedly complement whatever mood or psychic place I’m in What does this have to do with Murakami? Well I feel the same sort of cozy feeling when I read one of his novels When the experimental fictions are crushing my brain or nothing else is really revving my engine I pick up a Murakami novel and all is right with the world again I know I’ll be treated to a delicious savory meal a blend of musical delights many an otherworldly adventure and a couple of romps in the sack Better than any date I’ve had in years KIDDING Or am I? Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World was no exception In fact in what I’ve come to love about Murakami it is the rule Mind bending thought provoking dreamlike and just a little bit sexy Oh and did I mention? Unicorns Once when I was younger I thought I could be someone else I'd move to Casablanca open a bar and I'd meet Ingrid Bergman Or realistically whether actually realistic or not I'd tune in on a better life something suited to my true self Toward that end I had to undergo training I read The Greening of America and I saw Easy Rider three times But like a boat with a twisted rudder I kept coming back to the same place I wasn't anywhere I was myself waiting on the shore for me to returnHere’s a little Wilco song that feels right at home with a Murakami novel

  4. Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    Sekai no owari to hādoboirudo wandārando Hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world Haruki Murakami Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World Sekai no owari to hādo boirudo wandārando is a 1985 novel by Japanese writer Haruki Murakami The English translation by Alfred Birnbaum was released in 1991 A strange and dreamlike novel its chapters alternate between two bizarre narratives—Hard Boiled Wonderland a cyberpunk like science fiction part and The End of the World a virtual fantasy like surreal partتاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و یکم ماه جولای سال 2012 میلادیعنوان سرزمین عجایب بیرحم و ته دنیا؛ نویسنده هاروکی موراکامی؛ مترجم مهدی غبرایی؛ مشهد، نیکونشر، 1390، در 512 ص؛ شابک 9789647253536؛ یادداشت این نسخه از متن انگلیسی برگردان شده؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان ژاپنی سده 20 م؛فصل‌های فرد کتاب در « سرزمین عجایب بی‌رحم »؛ می‌گذرند، راوی این سرزمین عجایب بیرحم جوانی ست، که از ضمیر ناخودآگاه خویش برای رمزنگاری استفاده می‌کند، او برای یک سازمان شبه‌ دولتی کار می‌کند، در حالیکه گروهی دیگر، که برای کارخانه کار می‌کنند، در پی رمزگشایی و ربودن اطلاعات هستند اما فصل‌های زوج که در « ته دنیا » رخ می‌دهند؛ به مراتب دل انگیزتر هستند؛ گاهی نوشته های «موراکامی» را باید دوبار یا همان دوباره بخوانم؛ شاید هم این فراموشکار چون پیر شده ام، چنین است؛ انگار باید یواش یواش سایه ام را تحویل دهم ا شربیانی

  5. Florencia says:

    And I couldn't be any other self but my self Could I? There is always a possibilityIn the summer of 1962 a poet wrote a song that would later become the last hymn to be heard as the end of the world approached That is the song I chose to be my companion while writing another non review; a song that is being followed closely by the mellifluous gusts of wind that break the silence of this monochromatic night Being my first Murakami uite frankly I didn't know what to expect This is without a doubt one of the most original novels I have read this year And I can't only ascribe this notion to the creativity of the plot since the variations of the language used to illustrate it were another element that left me uite impressed I felt disconnected Converting numbers in my brain was my only connection to the world Most of my free time I chose to spend alone reading old novels watching old Hollywood movies on video drinking I had no need for a newspaper For a moment I walked out of the comfort zone provided by classics and plunged into the world of contemporary expressions in which I still feel like a slightly awkward guest Murakami's writing stirred my senses from beginning to end It did justice to the concept that was always hovering over this story the duality of things around us the dichotomies within ourselves For this is a book that includes two different worlds that may or may not coalesce into one single reality someday The first world is “Hard Boiled Wonderland” where I found a peculiar voice; a somewhat stark unvarnished writing Words that tried to conceal the tiniest trace of emotional connection congenitally unable to do otherwise Detached words probably under the influence of an old pledge to keep distance from the world as a desperate attempt to protect themselves to prevent their fragile system from blowing to smithereens Words uttered by a narrator who was able to drink gallons of alcohol and then face inconceivably difficult situations and the most disgusting creatures ever while thinking about sex on every given situation but still capable of disclosing colorful beads of a philosophical nature which he tried to camouflage with waves of indifference or rather fear wearing the translucent robes of indifference Who remembers stars? Come to think of it had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago I wouldn't have known My world foreshortened flattening into a credit card Seen head on things seemed merely skewed but from the side the view was virtually meaningless—a one dimensional wafer Everything about me may have been crammed in there but it was only plastic Indecipherable except to some machine The second world is ironically enough “The End of the World” where Murakami's writing acuires a expressive tone with which places and people are vividly portrayed There a narrator depicts a seemingly perfect world echoing an ancient nirvana an empty world a tempting world; descriptions that also convey one significant distinction everything might be happening now Only living will remain Undisturbed peaceful living Facts unfold following the familiar cadences of a foreign narrative and I – stunned in deep thought marveled at how every piece falls into the right place slowly cautiously with desperate detachment and stoic passion until the puzzle is almost complete – contemplate once how life bifurcates and reveals two realities intrinsically different and yet strongly connected one belongs to the actual world and the other to the realm of the mind Everything might be connected in this world surrounded by walls But then again perhaps everything is an illusion nothing is connected and we are truly alone Hopefully that too could be another figment of one's imagination You tell me there is no fighting or hatred or desire in the Town That is a beautiful dream and I do want your happiness But the absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either Despite the differences that perhaps exist only in the mind of this inexperienced reader both forms of writing converge eventually That is what made me change my opinion since four solid stars became a glimmering 5 star rating after reaching to a certain point amid the distinctive ebb and flow of this novel From that moment on – a moment which I will keep to myself hoping you find yours – an unbridled desire to know took over my body and I couldn't put this book down until it was over Shortly after I realized the mistake I had made since I wasn't prepared for the billows of emotions that were about to sweep away every vestige of a former calm Not many are able to resist the allurements of the literary anxiety That's the way with the mind Nothing is ever eual Like a river as it flows the course changes with the terrain After stepping in the middle of seven sad forests and being out in front of a dozen dead oceans uestions began to haunt me relentlessly until some invaded my whole being and there one still lingers for I haven't found any word willing to form a decent answerHere in the palm of my hand I have the story of a man facing an impending fate remembering distant errors that will never be mend old lyrics and classic scenes the discrepancies between desire and reality between who we are and who we would like to be; the little we say the echoes of regret through the mountains of things unsaid; the departure from a world with the aftertaste of nothingness to enter one resembling everything Despair disillusionment hell reality; himself Love fear – love Multiple shades of existence encapsulated in twenty four hours A woman a song the park under the sun Some limited happiness had been granted this limited life One last peal of a winter bell The sounds of the end of the world Could I have given happiness to anyone else? Sep 26 16 Also on my blog Photo credit via wallherecom I started writing it in June then life and other books now catching up

  6. Ben says:

    Whew blew me away The influences from Orwell and Kafka are clearly here Existential meditations amazingly imaginative the multitude of interesting and important thoughts that can sprout from the reader's mind The whole thing is pure genius That's the way it is with the mind Nothing is ever eual Like a river as it flows the course changes with the terrainTypically Murakami works his way through your subconscious toying with recognitions of the past and future in that magical state much like a dream but slightly different where you lose time and explore and recognize parts of yourself; all while occasionally getting hit with an outburst of powerful consciousness Some of his novels Norwegian Wood and South of the Border West of the Sun for example play with the sentimental sections of the subconscious; but this this is an overt exploration of the dreamlike state an ingenious different world with human beings with human thoughts and emotions like us yes But really you're thrown into two different surreal lands both existing simultaneously; one world in which life is real than the other; that we assume as our base or our reality In that reality we have our narrator our narrator has run into an amoral genius scientist who plays with our narrator's brain In the subconscious of our narrator's brain we have our other world also known as the end of the world This is the world that seems less real It is a world where people have literally lost their minds No they aren't crazy in fact it's just the opposite Without their own minds they have no meaningful life; no strong emotion no music No love Just work In reality our narrator has a limited amount of time before he falls into his subconscious the end of the world? and lives there eternally In his subconscious world he is trying to escape and has limited amount of time to do so there as wellOf course no plot summary can do this book justice it's full of thought provoking nuance and is probably best read twice It's not so strange that when your memories change the world changes There are a number of different theories that come to mind after finishing this Some are still hitting me and you know what? Each theory is fascinating and important in its own way I don't want to put any spoilers in here but I'd love to discuss this novel with anyone else who has read it

  7. Kristin Myrtle says:

    This is a complex novel one that reuired two reads for me It tells two stories in alternating chapters In the first we meet a mild mannered data processor only all his processing is done inside his head See he can do this thing or he had this thing done to him that allows him to access both hemispheres of his brain simultaneously yet separately He gets recruited for some top secret government project led by some mad scientist type who lives holed up in a cave under a waterfall with his buxom daughter She is curious virginal and perpetually attired in pink Oh ya and this mad scientist has this uncanny ability to remove sound All the sound all the sound in the worldThe second story involves another man He has arrived in a new village One entirely surrounded by high walls really really high walls Unicorns graze and sleep in this peaceful hamlet But in this town mysteries abound He is assigned a job He is forced to give up his shadow and is put to work reading the old dreams out of unicorn skulls The town inhabitants alter his eyes and seuester him to the library where all the skulls are kept He meets a lovely assistant he works hard long hours in the dark He becomes accustomed to it All the while he is determined to have his shadow returned to him Are these two stories connected? And how? And these two men are they the same person two distinct people or different aspects of one subconscious? Why do these two stories alternate? What does the shadow signify? And the unicorns? Not to mention the skulls All these uestions are what keep this novel going And along the way you get the usual delightful Murakami musings And Murakami's words his prose his verbage the way he can turn a phrase it all continues to STUN me it FLOORS me and fascinates me And this novel is no exception Although I still haven't uite figured it out Yet

  8. Matthias says:

    In the unlikely event that Haruki Murakami's name on the cover is not in some way a uality label to you guaranteeing profoundly outlandish scenarios and magic he threw in the term wonderland to make sure everyone knew what to expect Does the story deliver on all the promises this wonderful title embodies?YesI decided to re visit this book after having read it around 3 years ago before my reviewing habit kicked in because I remembered it being an instant favorite but didn't remember why exactly I had some vague notions of course but pinpointing the thing that drew me in really making a case for why others should read it as well I could not Can I do it now?No But I'll try anyway What I can say is that this is a the best Murakami I've read; b a superb introduction to this great authorWhile in the other books I've read by him it felt as if all the characters were conspiring to make things as strange as possible for the reader thinking so far outside of the box the mere notion of a box seemed ludicrous in this one they seem sympathetic Especially the protagonist He seems like he's a good friend of Murakami introducing him to you but regardless of their bond the main character is on your side When Murakami comes up with something fantastical he'll go with it sure but not without raising his eyebrows to you signaling I don't know what the hell is going on either but it's fun right?Yes yes it is my friend And the complicity between the protagonist and the reader will be the thing holding you in your seat when the Murakami rollercoaster ride gets really wild and upside down I don't want to give away too many details on the story I think it's best discovered by reading it for yourself in all its glory It deals with one of my favorite topics the mind its powers its mysteries its pitfalls The joys of losing yourself in thought the dangers of a closed mind the connections with the heart they're all poured into wonderful metaphors that together make for a great adventureThe novel alternates between two settings the Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World Which is real? What is their connection? Can both exist in harmony? Which would you rather live in? A place of passions and dangers but only for a limited time? Or a place of peace and tranuility forever? Is an answer even possible?Not in my book maybe in this one The unnamed protagonist in this story tries to answer these uestions in the midst of information wars between the System and the Factory in a village completely surrounded and isolated by an impenetrable Wall in a race against time running from sinister enemies in underground tunnels all the while trying to make sure his shadow can keep up I tried to cover a lot of what's in the story here but I didn't even come close to getting it all This isn't the kind of story that can be summarized into a blurb It's exciting It's deep It's funny Its settings are mysterious and thought provoking Oh and there's a map I love stories that come with maps There was a lot of time spent simply gazing at that map imagining to walk the river shores into the woods dreaming away In short an all time favorite It also has my favorite uote of all time A uote on how everything is fine And always will beTake a moment sit back relax and read these words that never fail to impress me no matter how many times I've read them“ The sun sliced through the windshield sealing me in light I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids I was moved That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact”Reading this book has been like soft rays of sunshine finding their way to my eyelids an experience I wish to highly recommend to everyone

  9. Steven Godin says:

    Despite this having 'the End of the World' in it's title I felt there was very little of the foreboding and eerie feeling from something like 'After Dark' which in my opinion is vastly underrated and easily the best novel I've read by him so far That felt like a nightmarish noir; one that really got under my skin while this effort fell into the realms of Studio Ghibli fantasy and sci fi which isn't really my thing I liked the double narrative style; which actually wasn't as complex as I thought it would be so it's relatively easy to read and Murakami's use of linguistic trickery; which appears every now and again was pretty cool Again there are lots of western culture references; which seems to be one of his specialities and characters that seem to have sex on their minds at the strangest of times like crawling through a sewer is another thing I've noticed in some of his other work too Someone mentioned this is like a cross between Kafka and Philip K Dick and I can kind of see what that person was getting at I'd also add that I could see from one of the two narratives a little bit of The Tartar Steppe in there too Yes I uite liked this; I was intrigued for the most part but on the downside the characters felt far too flat minded; much like cardboard cutouts meaning there is very little emotion in the story; if any and even though it sounds wildly imaginative and inventive we do get fobbed off a bit and I found a promising theme; that of the narrators shadow which seemed to hold all the answers just dwindled and went nowhere in the end

  10. Jr Bacdayan says:

    You’re taking a shower Two streams fall onto you at the same time One stream is cold and revitalizing while the other is hot and soothing One’s heat fills the room with a foggy mist while the other clears your head driving it awake with its coldness Each one supplements the other and the effect creates an experience complete than had the two not been together An icy torrent showing how crystal clear things are and a scorching torrent enveloping things with a blanket of moisture both drive together to reveal you in your truest form and cleanse you of any impurity and grimeIn Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World Murakami once again presents parallel stories as he’d done in famous works like Kafka On The Shore and Sputnik Sweetheart But somehow in this book than in any of his other works the relation between the two narrations is personal; one could even describe it as intimate And as you progress with your reading you do realize the implications of each story to the other And you start to appreciate the duality that Murakami has created across a single thread of consciousness You nod approvingly and realize what intricate delicate fragile string must hold the entire account together Murakami’s genius cannot be denied In this novel that moves from beasts to coding to information laundering to anatomy paperclips and pre 70s pop culture and many other disparate themes one shines a light and sees the conscious self above all only to realize the unconscious self is holding the lantern This book is probably what it’d feel like to be in a dark room and then stumble onto a mirror and by moonlight see the reflection of your brain exposed jutting out of a gape in your skull You do not fully know yourself not even you know who you truly are Your unconscious is some dark place probably filled with unicorns Don’t try to understand it Realize the significance that there is some part of you you don’t control Accept that life is mysterious and so are you But hey I’ve never really been a connoisseur of the subconscious; I’ve got no solid background aside from the standard Freud and Jung Who am I to tell you who you are? I’m here just urging you maybe get to know yourself a little better You’d be surprised You’re than a just a box of chocolates as our friend Forrest would put it Hey you’re another world entirely You’re like the cross between Stendhal Dylan and that attractive person from the gym You’re the man in black the woman in pink that dude that shocked the world You’re whatever you want to be and something else entirely Appreciate yourself what you know what you don’t Sometimes I come across people who try to read Murakami because they think his books are ‘Instagram worthy’ They say he’s ‘deep’ and ‘aesthetic’ and he writes relatable things and he’s famous so he has to be good But these readers often end up confused than anything There’s nothing sadder than someone being forced to read a book maybe because of pretensions or maybe because of peer pressure Who knows? But if I know anything and I’m not sure I do literature should be happily undertaken and seen as some sort of reprieve from our taxing world and not as some sort of chore to sink your teeth into and forcefully finish Reading an unwanted book probably does your unconscious harm than it does your conscious good But consider reading this book You’ll probably enjoy yourself If you didn’t well at least you tried But remember to read for yourself because you want to Don’t read because I told you or somebody else did or because you want to look good in the eyes of other people There’s nothing unfitting than reading this book because of anybody else At some part of the book Murakami writes ‘I am here alone at the furthest periphery of existence Here the world expires and is still’ This offers us a certain sort of clarity A lot of the things we do we do because others expect from us Because we have responsibilities to family to friends to loved ones We do because we don’t want to hurt others But when all of that is cleared away sometimes the things we do for others hurt the self we’ve hidden away There are times the self is harmed by what’s good for everyone else But not only that it can be that the self is dictated by those around it Maybe you do not realize but you like what you like because your friends like it too Maybe your favorite book is only your favorite because your partner likes it as well Maybe who you are is entirely based on who your friends and family are The identity you’ve built dependent and patterned to those around you And so when the world is stripped off when you are alone far from everyone else who are you? What is it that you like? What makes you happy? What drives you? Do you know?This is a novel that stirs the depths of consciousness and looks into the self unlike any other It’s a rewarding experience that unmasks a man and his daily repetitive activities to show the depths of who we are and the gravity of balance between our many facets Get in touch with yourself with the truest self you can access and discover Spend some time alone Figure out what you want Learn to love and appreciate who you are You might be surprised

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