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“Umělecký čin je únik z otroctví času, vyklouznutí člověka z bahna jeho pudů a lenosti do jiné roviny, do bezčasí, do osvobození od času, do božskosti, do naprosté bezdějinnosti a protidějinnosti.”

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Book:The Glass Bead Game
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The Glass Bead Game

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Hermann Hesse
Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse was a German poet and novelist, born on July 2, 1877, and died on August 9, 1962. Known for his profound psychological descriptions and exploration of human nature, his works include classics such as 'Steppenwolf' and 'The Glass Bead Game'. more

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