For Franz, music is the most close art of Dionisi beauty that sanctifies euphoria. A novel or a painting can grow us but with difficulty. With the ninth symphony of Bethvin, or with the Sonata, composed of the Piano and Click machines for Partok, or with a song for the Pitles, the euphoria is applied. On the other hand, Franz does not differentiate between great music and light music. This distinction appears to him wicked, as he loves rock music and Mozar. Music for him is an induction: it is freed from unity and isolation and from the dust of libraries. Inside his body, doors are opened to the soul to get out of the soul and take care of others. He also loves to dance alongside that and feels sorrow because Sabina does not share this fondness.
by ميلان كونديرا
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Franz perceives music as the purest expression of beauty that elevates the spirit. Unlike novels or paintings, which may require effort to connect with, music, particularly pieces like Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or modern tunes by artists like The Beatles, can instantly evoke feelings of euphoria. He believes that there shouldn't be a division between highbrow and popular music, as both can resonate profoundly with people. This fusion of appreciation underscores his belief that all music has the potential to uplift the human experience.

For Franz, music acts as a liberating force that transcends individual isolation, allowing emotional and spiritual expression. It opens up pathways within him, enabling a connection to the essence of others. His love for dancing further complements his musical passion, although he feels a sense of loss since Sabina does not share this joy. This reflects his desire for deeper shared experiences, highlighting the importance of music and dance in fulfilling his emotional connections and yearning for togetherness.

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