My Favorite Hungarian Novel
Or: A Non-Hateful, Literary Condemnation of Poland's Betrayal of the Polish/Hungarian Friendship
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“Mr. Kovacs, even though I respect your opinion, I must ask you this. If Christ’s teachings did not have as much effect on the world as we could expect, then tell me, is it at all possible for anyone else’s teachings to influence mankind? Nobody will be able to devise better and, so to speak, more relevant precepts than His.” - The salesman Kiraly, Ferenc Santa, The Fifth Seal