أن تشعـر بالذنب أو تُشعـَرَ به. أعتقد أن كل شئ يكمن هنا. فالحياة هى صراع الجميع ضد الجميع. هذا معروف، لكن كيف يتجلى هذا الصراع فى مجتمع متمدن إلى هذا ال… - Milan Kundera

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أن تشعـر بالذنب أو تُشعـَرَ به. أعتقد أن كل شئ يكمن هنا. فالحياة هى صراع الجميع ضد الجميع. هذا معروف، لكن كيف يتجلى هذا الصراع فى مجتمع متمدن إلى هذا الحد ؟ لا يمكن للناس أن يهاجموا بعضهم بعضًا عندما يلتقون. يحاولون بدلًا من ذلك أن يلقوا على الآخرين عار الشعور بالذنب. وسيفـوز من ينجح فى جعل الآخـر مذنبًا. وسيخسر من يعترف بخطئه.

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About Milan Kundera

Milan Kundera (1 April 1929 – 11 July 2023) was a Franco-Czech novelist born in Brno, Czechoslovakia (now the Czech Republic).

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