"I do not know exactly what I'm trying to say here. I am probably trying to render an essence that is not true. But doing that it's like meeting someone on the other side of the moon. It's dark and there are no signs, either. Plus the space is too wide. What I'm trying to say is that M is the girl I was supposed to fall in love with when she was fourteen. However I fell in love with her much later, and then (unfortunately) she was no longer fourteen. I was wrong about the moment we met, as you are wrong about the day of a meeting. Time and place are correct. But not the day."
"This is what losing a woman means. And at one point, losing a woman means losing all women. And this is how we, the men, end up with no woman. We lose Percy Faith, Francis Lai and 101 Strings as well. We lose the ammonites and the coelacanths. Naturally, I was left without her charming back, as well. I used to caress M's back, listening to "Moon River" conducted by Henry Mancini, and fitting my hand to the music of a three quarter notes. "My Huckleberry Friend". Waiting around the river's watershed...where did all of them go? An old piece of eraser and the sad song of sailors, which resound in the distance, it's all that was left behind. And of course, the unicorn with its horn pointing lonely towards the sky, near the fountain."
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