دانلود رمان انگلیسی “شخصیت پایین ردیف توموزاکی” – جلد 10

The theorem that demonstrates that every system is imperfect also proves its own imperfection. I saw myself in that line of numbers with all its contradictions. It showed me that the truth, in the real sense, will never be found. The one thing you can believe in is that nothing’s perfect. That fact might bring you despair, or maybe hope. But more than that, the ice-cold feel of it just being the truth was my style. You can place value in clever literary expressions or will yourself to believe that every little fluctuation in your heart is the truth. You can switch off your brain and immerse yourself in poetic sentiments to make yourself feel something powerful. Sympathy can be very pleasant. There’s nothing I dislike more than believing in something false. A story written to help you lose sight of reality, like a painkiller, is nothing more than a temporary distraction. A proof plainly indicates its substance, and that feels far kinder to me. I can’t say I’m not lonely; pretending otherwise would just be a facade. But being right matters to me more than temporary distraction, and that’s my unadulterated truth. Thinking about it now, we’ve been paralyzed for a long time. Everyone else is anesthetized with comfortable lies. While I am frozen in ice-cold logic. Lies, and logic. It’s obvious at a glance which is more attractive to people. I’d chosen isolation in order to find the truth, even if that wasn’t my original intent.