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“That year it seemed as if the summer were never coming to an end: days of shimmering golden stillness followed each other in equal radiance, as if by their sweetness and peace they wanted to make the war, now in its bloodiest period, appear doubly insensate. As the sun dipped behind the chain of mountain peaks, as the sky paled into tenderer blue, as the road stretched away more peacefully and all life folded in upon itself like the breathing of a sleeper, that stillness grew more and more accessible and acceptable to the human soul. Surely that Sabbath peace lay over the whole of the German fatherland, and in a sudden uprush of yearning the Major thought of his wife and children whom he saw walking over the sunset fields. "I wish this were all over and done with," and Esch could not find any word of comfort for him. Hopeless and dreary this life seemed to both of them, its sole meagre return a walk in the evening landscape which they were both contemplating. It's like a reprieve, thought Esch. And so they went on in silence.”

Quote by Hermann Broch

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The Sleepwalkers

This book delves into the enigmatic world of sleepwalking, examining its psychological and philosophical implications through a narrative that intertwines the personal experiences of its characters with broader themes of human consciousness and the nature of reality. more

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Hermann Broch
Hermann Broch

Hermann Broch (November 1, 1886 - May 30, 1951) was an Austrian writer, one of the most important novelists of the 20th century, known for his profound psychological descriptions and complex narrative structures. more

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