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“I was also dissolving time, since I knew I could never again participate in a ceremony more powerful than this one. And this is why, as I approached the line that separates consciousness and unconsciousness, I focused my entire being on that second, which still hadn't arrived but which certainly would arrive, when the past and future would be engulfed by a sheer and eternal present with which I would then merge.”

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Moritati i legende

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Bohumil Hrabal
Bohumil Hrabal

Bohumil Hrabal was a prominent Czech writer known for his humor and satire. His works often focus on the everyday lives of ordinary people, exploring themes of humanity and social change. Hrabal's distinctive writing style has won him a wide readership. more

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