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بخشي از نامه اي از لوكاچ : "هرآن چه ساخته بودي اکنون فروريخته است.انگار نيكي براي هميشه مرا به خودواگذاشته وازسراسر وجودم ريشه کن شده است.بدقلق، دل فسرده، فرومايه و تلخ انديش شده ام. با اين همه شورانديشيدن مرا در بر گرفته است.ترياك ام شده است انديشيدن وكتاب خواندن."(نامه هاي لوكاچ )
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