the poshlost high society

hit me with your best shot

Posted in ❝ pearls of wisdom ❞ by Charlotte WTF on November 29, 2009

“For Franz, love was not an extension of public life but its antithesis. It meant a longing to put himself at the mercy of his partner. He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.”

-From The Unbearable Lightness of Being/Milan Kundera

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