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“Behind me, in the town, in the big straight streets lit by the cold light of the street lamps, a tremendous social event was dying: it was the end of Sunday.”

Quote by Jean-Paul Sartre

Book:Nausea
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Nausea

In this seminal work, the protagonist grapples with the meaninglessness of existence and the absurdity of everyday life, leading to a profound exploration of the human condition. more

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Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre was a French philosopher, writer, and playwright, born on June 21, 1905, and died on April 15, 1980. He is considered one of the most important philosophers of the 20th century, renowned for his existentialist philosophy. Sartre's works spanned across philosophy, literature, and drama, and had a profound impact on later generations. more

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