MILAN KUNDERA


Becuse all human beings have always aspired to
an idyll, to that garden where nightingales sing,to
that realm of harmony where the world dose not
rise up as a stranger against man and man against
other man , but rather where the world and all men
are shaped from one and the same matter .

There , everyone is a note in a sublim Bach fugue,and
everyone who refuses to be one is a mere useless and
meaningless black dot that need only be caught and
crushed between thumb and finger like a flea.