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“Dann habe ich begonnen, sie zu verraten. Nicht daß ich Geheimnisse preisgegeben oder Hanna bloßgestellt hätte. Ich habe nichts offenbart, was ich hätte verschweigen müssen. Ich habe verschwiegen, was ich hätte offenbaren müssen. Ich habe mich nicht zu ihr bekannt. Ich weiß, das Verleugnen ist eine unscheinbare Variante des Verrats. Von außen ist nicht zu sehen, ob einer verleugnet oder nur Diskretion übt, Rücksicht nimmt, Peinlichkeiten und Ärgerlichkeiten meidet. Aber der, der sich nicht bekennt, weiß es genau. Und der Beziehung entzieht das Verleugnen ebenso den Boden wie die spektakulären Varianten des Verrats.”

Quote by Bernhard Schlink

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The Reader

In this poignant narrative, a young man falls in love with an older woman, who remains enigmatic until the novel's climax. The story delves into the complexities of human relationships and the impact of historical events on individual lives. more

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Bernhard Schlink
Bernhard Schlink

German writer known for his novel 'The Reader'. Born on July 6, 1944, Bernhard Schlink's works often explore themes of morality, history, and memory. more

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