‘If love is to be unforgettable fortuitous must immediately flutter down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi’s shoulders.’
There are moments of poetry like this, tucked into the narrative.
On the one hand Milan Kundera is a philosopher, attempting to offer an objective appraisal of human relationships, whilst on the other he twists in his strands of subjectivity. We live our lives like this, struggling to comprehend our actions and our emotions.
What makes us who we are?
Reading ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being.’
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