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“eskiden yapılan meslekler, hiç olmazsa birçoğu, insanın o mesleğe karşı kişisel bir tutkusu yoksa, akla bile getirilmeyen mesleklerdi: topraklarına aşık köylüler, güzel masaların büyülü yaratıcısı dedem, köydeki insanların tümünün ayak ölçülerini ezbere bilen ayakkabıcılar; ormancılar, bahçıvanlar; o dönemlerde askerlerin bile birbirlerini tutkuyla öldürdüklerini düşünüyorum. yaşamın anlamı, insanlar için ‘bir soru işareti’ değildi, yaşam onlarla birlikteydi, tüm doğallığıyla, ilişkilerinde, tarlalarındaydı. her meslek, kendine özgü düşünce tarzını, kendine özgü varoluş biçimini yaratmıştı. bir doktor, bir çiftçiden başka biçimde düşünüyordu, bir askerin davranışı, bir köy öğretmeninin davranışına benzemiyordu. oysa bugün, hepimiz birbirimizin benzeriyiz; işimize karşı gösterdiğimiz ortak ilgisizlik bizi birbirimize bağlıyor. bu ilgisizlik bir tutku haline geldi. çağımızın tek büyük, kolektif tutkusu.”

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Milan Kundera
Milan Kundera

Milan Kundera is a renowned Czech-French writer known for his profound psychological insights and unique narrative techniques. His works often explore themes of personal freedom, love, morality, and existentialism, with notable titles including 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' and 'The Joke'. more

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