"It never occured to him that what he considered unreal (the work he did in the solitude of the office or library) was in fact real life, whereas the parades he imagined to be reality were nothing but theatre, dance, carnival - in other words, a dream."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, p. 100.
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