Haruki Murakami. Norwegian wood (№ 129997)

- I'm sorry? And Naoko gently squeezed my hand. A few times nodded. - I didn't mean to offend you. Don't take my words to heart. No, really, I'm sorry. I'm just mad at myself.
- You're probably right - I really do not know you. I'm not a fool, but to understand some things, it takes time. It would, I had the time, I could you out. And would understand you better than anyone in this world.