"Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love." -- Milan Kundera
I spent this Friday and part of today in Karlovy Vary, napping in a crisp white hotel bed, drinking Becherovka, and reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The combination was heavenly. Reading a novel in the story's setting (i.e. Prague) makes the experience so much more incredible. Don't you agree?