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“«La paternità, a meno che uno non sia un folle o un mentecatto, risveglia ciò che di più terribile alberga nell’uomo: il senso di responsabilità! Io sento che dovrò rimettere a mio figlio il mandato perenne dell’umanità. A meditare sul mistero della paternità c’è da diventare pazzi. E se la maggior parte dei padri non diventano pazzi è solo perché sono stupidi… oppure perché non sono padri. Rallegrati, quindi, Augusto, perché forse questa fuga ti ha risparmiato la fatica di essere padre. E io ti ho detto sempre di sposarti, ma non di diventare padre. Il matrimonio è un esperimento… psicologico; la paternità, invece, è un esperimento… patologico».”

Quote by Miguel de Unamuno

Book:Niebla

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Niebla

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Miguel de Unamuno
Miguel de Unamuno

Miguel de Unamuno was a Spanish novelist, philosopher, and academic. His works profoundly reflected the ideas of individualism and existentialism, and had a profound impact on 20th-century literature and philosophy. more

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