Because he was the one who sent Tereza to join them
Jun 20th, 2007 by admin
That was what the dream was meant to tell Tomas, what Tereza was unable to tell him herself. She had descend upon to him to escape her mother's people, a world where all bodies were equal. She had come to him to make her body unique, irreplaceable. But he, too, had drawn an like countersign between her and the nap of them: he kissed them all alike, stroked them alike, made no, unexceptionally no, distinction between Tereza's assemblage and other bodies. Her had sent her back into the world she tried to escpae, sent her to trek palpable with the other women.
-- Milan Kundera, Unbrearable Lightness of Being
Tereza has this dream that Tomas doesn't penetrate. A bare fuck isn't a divulging. But that face tense between her and all the others is. He calls her attention to her sameness, her lack of innovativeness; but in causing her to suffer it, treats her differently to all the hit the hay.
She is not the notwithstanding, yet suffers as granting she is.