Milan Kundera, in his novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
“She realized that she belonged among the weak, in the camp of the weak, in the country of the weak, and that she had to be faithful to them precisely because they were weak and gasped for breath in the middle of sentences.
…. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.”
Obviously, not a Christian novel; obviously a brilliant one, and obviously, a sentiment we’ve all felt.
