so you're able to speak." "That's right," the old man said bashfully. The cat hesitated for a time, then plunged ahead and spoke. With a big grin on his face, the man stared right back. The black cat slowly stretched out a leg, then narrowed its eyes and gave the old man another good long look. This passage is significant because it establishes the major theme of fate while simultaneously hinting at how Kafka's story will end: because he cannot outrun fate, he has to confront and embrace what is inside him. It is like a storm inside Kafka that he cannot outrun: the sand, whipped by the wind, confronts him any way he turns and tries to run. Although Kafka is leaving home in order to escape his fate, Crow tells him that his fate is inescapable. In this passage, the boy named Crow makes an analogy that compares fate to a storm inside Kafka. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine." The Boy Named Crow, p. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. "Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you.
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