She knew, of course that she was being supremely unfair, that Franz was the best man she ever had- he was intelligent, he understood her paintings, he was handsome and good-but the more she thought about it, the more she longed to ravish his intelligence, defile his kindheartedness, and violate his powerless strength
Milan KunderaAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: czechoslovakian
- Born: April 1, 1929