Milan kundera

machina animata, a
cow into an 
automaton for the production of milk. By so doing, man cuts the thread binding him to 
Paradise and has nothing left to hold or comfort him on his flight through the emptiness 
of time.) 
From this jumble of ideas came a sacrilegious thought that Tereza could not shake off: 
the love that tied her to Karenin was better than the love between her and Tomas. 
Better, not bigger. Tereza did not wish to fault either Tomas or herself; she did not wish 
to claim that they could love each other 
more. 
Her feeling was rather that, given the 
nature of the human couple, the love of man and woman is a priori inferior to that which 
can exist (at least in the best instances) in the love between man and dog, that oddity of 
human history probably unplanned by the Creator. 
It is a completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; she did not 
ever ask him to love her back. Nor had she ever asked herself the questions that 
plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does 
he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, 
test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason 
we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) 
from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for 
nothing but his company. 
And something else: Tereza accepted Karenin for what he was; she did not try to make 
him over in her image; she agreed from the outset with his dog's life, did not wish to 
deprive him of it, did not envy him his secret intrigues. The reason she trained him was 
not to transform him (as a husband tries to reform his wife and a wife her husband), but 
to provide him with the elementary language that enabled them to communicate and 
live together. 
Then too: No one forced her to love Karenin; love for dogs is voluntary. (Tereza was 
again reminded of her mother, and regretted everything that had happened between 
them. If her mother had been one of the anonymous women in the village, she might 
well have found her easygoing coarseness agreeable. Oh, if only her mother had been 
a stranger! From childhood on, Tereza had been ashamed of the way her mother 
occupied the features of her face and confiscated her I . What made it even worse was 
that the age-old imperative Love your father and mother! forced her to agree with that 
occupation, to call the aggression love! It was not her mother's fault that Tereza broke 
with her. Tereza broke with her not because she was the mother she was but because 
she was a mother.) 
But most of all: No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do 
so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise. The love between dog and 
man is idyllic. It knows no conflicts, no hair-raising scenes; it knows no development. 
Karenin surrounded Tereza and Tomas with a life based on repetition, and he expected 
the same from them. 

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If Karenin had been a person instead of a dog, he would surely have long since said to 
Tereza, Look, I'm sick and tired of carrying that roll in my mouth every day. Can't you 
come up with something different? And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human 
time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be 
happy: happiness is the longing for repetition. 
Yes, happiness is the longing for repetition, Tereza said to herself. 
When the chairman of the collective farm took his Mefisto out for a walk after work and 
met Tereza, he never failed to say, Why did he come into my life so late, Tereza? We 
could have gone skirt chasing, he and I! What woman could resist these two little pigs? 
at which point the pig was trained to grunt and snort. Tereza laughed each time, even 
though she knew beforehand exactly what he would say. The joke did not lose its 
charm, through repetition. On the contrary. In an idyllic setting, even humor is subject to 
the sweet law of repetition. 
Dogs do not have many advantages over people, but one of them is extremely 
important: euthanasia is not forbidden by law in their case; animals have the right to a 
merciful death. Karenin walked on three legs and spent more and more of his time lying 
in a corner. And whimpering. Both husband and wife agreed that they had no business 
letting him suffer needlessly. But agree as they might in principle, they still had to face 
the anguish of determining the time when his suffering was in fact needless, the point at 
which life was no longer worth living. 
If only Tomas hadn't been a doctor! Then they would have been able to hide behind a 
third party. They would have been able to go back to the vet and ask him to put the dog 
to sleep with an injection. 
Assuming the role of Death is a terrifying thing. Tomas insisted that he would not give 
the injection himself; he would have the vet come and do it. But then he realized that he 
could grant Karenin a privilege forbidden to humans: Death would come for him in the 
guise of his loved ones. 
Karenin had whimpered all night. After feeling his leg in the morning, Tomas said to 
Tereza, There's no point in waiting.
In a few minutes they would both have to go to work. Tereza went in to see Karenin. 
Until then, he had lain in his corner completely apathetic (not even acknowledging 
Tomas when he felt his leg), but when he heard the door open and saw Tereza come 
in, he raised his head and looked at her. 
She could not stand his stare; it almost frightened her. He did not look that way at 
Tomas, only at her. But never with such intensity. It was not a desperate look, or even 
sad. No, it was a look of awful, unbearable trust. The look was an eager question. All 
his life Karenin had waited for answers from Tereza, and he was letting her know (with 
more urgency than usual, however) that he was still ready to learn the truth from her. 
(Everything that came from Tereza was the truth. Even when she gave commands like 
Sit! or Lie down! he took them as truths to identify with, to give his life meaning.) 

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His look of awful trust did not last long; he soon laid his head back down on his paws. 
Tereza knew that no one ever again would look at her like that. 
They had never fed him sweets, but recently she had bought him a few chocolate bars. 
She took them out of the foil, broke them into pieces, and made a circle of them around 
him. Then she brought over a bowl of water to make sure that he had everything he 
needed for the several hours he would spend at home alone. The look he had given her 
just then seemed to have tired him out. Even surrounded by chocolate, he did not raise 
his head. 
She lay down on the floor next to him and hugged him. With a slow and labored turn of 
the head, he sniffed her and gave her a lick or two. She closed her eyes while the 
licking went on, as if she wanted to remember it forever. She held out the other cheek 
to be licked. 
Then she had to go and take care of her heifers. She did not return until just before 
lunch. Tomas had not come home yet. Karenin was still lying on the floor surrounded by 
the chocolate, and did not even lift his head when he heard her come in. His bad leg 
was swollen now, and the tumor had burst in another place. She noticed some light red 
(not blood-like,) drops forming beneath his fur. 
Again she lay down next to him on the floor. She stretched one arm across his body 
and closed her eyes. Then she heard someone banging on the door. Doctor! Doctor! 
The pig is here! The pig and his master! She lacked the strength to talk to anyone, and 
did not move, did not open her eyes. Doctor! Doctor! The pigs have come! Then 
silence. 
Tomas did not get back for another half hour. He went straight to the kitchen and 
prepared the injection without a word. When he entered the room, Tereza was on her 
feet and Karenin was picking himself up. As soon as he saw Tomas, he gave him a 
weak wag of the tail. 
Look, said Tereza, he's still smiling. She said it beseechingly, trying to win a short 
reprieve, but did not push for it. 
Slowly she spread a sheet out over the couch. It was a white sheet with a pattern of tiny 
violets. She had everything carefully laid out and thought out, having imagined 
Karenin's death many days in advance. (Oh, how horrible that we actually dream ahead 
to the death of those we love!) 
He no longer had the strength to jump up on the couch. They picked him up in their 
arms together. Tereza laid him on his side, and Tomas examined one of his good legs. 
He was looking for a more or less prominent vein. Then he cut away the fur with a pair 
of scissors. 
Tereza knelt by the couch and held Karenin's head close to her own. 
Tomas asked her to squeeze the leg because he was having trouble sticking the needle 
in. She did as she was told, but did not move her face from his head. She kept talking 

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gently to Karenin, and he thought only of her. He was not afraid. He licked her face two 
more times. And Tereza kept whispering, Don't be scared, don't be scared, you won't 
feel any pain there, you'll dream of squirrels and rabbits, you'll have cows there, and 
Mefisto will be there, don't be scared ...
Tomas jabbed the needle into the vein and pushed the plunger. Karenin's leg jerked; 
his breath quickened for a few seconds, then stopped. Tereza remained on the floor by 
the couch and buried her face in his head. 
Then they both had to go back to work and leave the dog laid out on the couch, on the 
white sheet with tiny violets. 
They came back towards evening. Tomas went into the garden. He found the lines of 
the rectangle that Tereza had drawn with her heel between the two apple trees. Then 
he started digging. He kept precisely to her specifications. He wanted everything to be 
just as Tereza wished. 
She stayed in the house with Karenin. She was afraid of burying him alive. She put her 
ear to his mouth and thought she heard a weak breathing sound. She stepped back 
and seemed to see his breast moving slightly. 
(No, the breath she heard was her own, and because it set her own body ever so 
slightly in motion, she had the impression the dog was moving.) 
She found a mirror in her bag and held it to his mouth. The mirror was so smudged she 
thought she saw drops on it, drops caused by his breath. 
Tomas! He's alive! she cried, when Tomas came in from the garden in his muddy boots. 
Tomas bent over him and shook his head. They each took an end of the sheet he was 
lying on, Tereza the lower end, Tomas the upper. Then they lifted him up and carried 
him out to the garden. 
The sheet felt wet to Tereza's hands. He puddled his way into our lives and now he's 
puddling his way out, she thought, and she was glad to feel the moisture on her hands, 
his final greeting. 
They carried him to the apple trees and set him down. She leaned over the pit and 
arranged the sheet so that it covered him entirely. It was unbearable to think of the 
earth they would soon be throwing over him, raining down on his 
naked
body. 
Then she went into the house and came back with his collar, his leash, and a handful of 
the chocolate that had lain untouched on the floor since morning. She threw it all in 
after him. 
Next to the pit was a pile of freshly dug earth. Tomas picked up the shovel. 
Just then Tereza recalled her dream: Karenin giving birth to two rolls and a bee. 
Suddenly the words sounded like an epitaph. She pictured a monument standing there, 

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