I was underwhelmed when I read it for the first time. I was a twentyish young man then, not knowing much about life, love, affairs, marriage and less about the world. About ten years later, I read it for the fourth time, and I was thoroughly overwhelmed by each chapter of it, feeling that it is not a chronicle of the life of several individuals, but an anatomy of the depth of human souls and the width of an unprecedented historical era. I smelled some novelty and a lot of strangeness in the first reading while in later readings I sensed too much familiar daily scenes and emotional gossamers.
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