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“Judas jau nebėra vardas, bet šūksnis. Judas jau nebėra žodis, bet pasibaisėjimo mostas. Dėl to, kad jis išdavė bučiuodamas. Savo lūpomis jis pamelavo visai ypatingu būdu. Jis išrado melą ir savo išradimui pagelbėti pasirinko priemonę daug labiau išvidinę, negu žodis. Pabučiavimas yra pažadas daug aukštesnis už žodį. Jis pažada neišduoti. Jis pažada elgtis priešingai. Pabučiavimas yra ištikimybės ženklas. Tuo tarpu Judas jį pasirinko savo išdavimo ženklu.”

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Žmogus: gyvenimas, mokslas, menas: D. 1

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Ernest Hello
Ernest Hello

Ernest Hello was a distinguished French writer whose work had a profound impact on the literary scene. Born on November 4, 1828, and deceased on July 14, 1885, Hello's writing left an indelible mark on readers and fellow authors. more

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