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    Horn

    ByMURAKAMIHaruki

    TranslatedbyOSAKABEYoshio

    Thereisamusistrumentsuchasthehorn.Andthereareprofessionalhornists.Althoughitisthenaturalwayoftheworld,I’mfusedlikelostinathree-dimensionallabyrinthwhenIstarttosidersuchathingseriously.

    Whyshoulditbeahorn?

    Whydidhebeethehornist?Whynotme?

    Anactofapersonbeingahornistcarriesdeepermysterythananactbeinga,Ibelieve.Itisthemysteryyouderstahinginyourlifeifyousolveit.ButthereasonmaybeIama,notahornist.IfIamahornist,anactofapersonbeingalooksmuchstrange.

    Iimaginehehappeoenterwiththehorernooninadeepforest.Duringchitchatting,theylikedeachotherandhebecametheprofessionalhornist.Orthehhttellhimastoryofthehorn’slife,somethinglikeahardtimeinitsboyhood,itsplicatedfamilybackground,aplexofitsfeatureoritssexualhang-up.

    “Idon’tknowanythingaboutaviolinandflute,”Thehhthavesaidsuchas“youseeIwasbornasahorn.Ihaven’tgoneabroadorskiing…”Siheafternoon,thehornandthehornistbecameaninseparableandperfebination.Afterthesameold,hardtimeslikeFlashDahehornandthehornist,handinhand,appeartodayonthepublicstageandareplayingthefirstpassageofBrahms’spianocerto.

    Sittingointhecerthall,Ihappentothinkaboutsuchathing.Andalsoaboutatubainanotherdeepforest,waitingforsomeoowalkby.

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