Nagasawa finished his beer and lit a cigarette.
"Isn't there anything about life that frightens you?" I asked.
"Hey, I'm not a total idiot," said Nagasawa. "Of
course life frightens me sometimes. i don't happen to take that as the premise for everything else though. I'm going to give it a hundred percent and go as far as I can. i'll take what I want and leave what i don't want. That's how I intend to live my life, and if things go bad, I'll stop and reconsider at that point. If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit."
"Sounds like a pretty self-centered way to live," I said.
"Maybe so, but I'm not just looking up at the sky and waiting for the fruit to drop. In my own way, I'm working hard. I'm working ten times harder than you are."
"That's probably true," I said.
"I look around me sometimes and get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards
do something? I wonder. They don't do a damn thing, and then they bitch."
Amazed at the harshness of his tone, I looked at Nagasawa. "The way I see it, people
are working hard. They're working their fingers to the bone. Or am I looking at things wrong?"
"That's not hard work. It's just manual labor," Nagasawa said with finality. "The 'hard work' I'm talking about is more self-directed and purposeful."
"You mean, like studying Spanish when the job season ends and everybody else is taking it easy?"
"That's it. I'm going to have Spanish mastered by next spring. I've got English and German and French down pat, and I'm most of the way there with Italian. You think things like that happen without hard work?"
Nagasawa puffed on his cigarette while I thought about Midori's father. There was one man who had probably never even thought about starting Spanish lessons on TV. He had probaby never though about the difference between hard work and manual labor, either. He was probably too busy to think about such things--busy with work, and busy bringing home a daughter who had run away to Fukushima.
(Norweigian Wood by Haruki Murakami)