«Ten minutes later, his father’s doctor appeared, drying his hands with a towel. Flecks of white were beginning to appear among the stiff hairs of his head. He was probably around fifty. He was not wearing a white jacket, as if he had just completed some task. Instead he wore a gray sweatshirt, matching gray sweatpants, and an old pair of jogging shoes. He was well built and looked less like a doctor than a college sports coach who had never been able to rise past Division II.»
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, traduction de Jay Rubin (vol. 1 et 2) et de Philip Gabriel (vol. 3), Anchor Canada, 2012, 3 vol., 1157 p., vol. 2, p. 720. Édition originale : 2009-2010.
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