Posted on Tuesday, 3 July 2012
She had come to him to escape her mother’s world, a world where all bodies were equal. She had come to him to make her body unique, irreplaceable. But he, too, had drawn an equal sign between her and the rest of them: he kissed them all alike, stroked them alike, made no, absolutely no distinction between Tereza’s body and the other bodies.He had sent her back into the world she tried to escape, sent her to march naked with the other naked women.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera