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I'm at page 400 or something (of 792) and feel myself beginning to see the idea behind it.
This book is like life's seasons. It begins quite fresh; all is good and new. There's progress and a hint of spring in the air. Now, if I may continue; summer with its fruits(also the fallen fruits) - the marriages, babies of Tony and Gerda, the death of the old- has come to an end and the family's splendor is turning lustreless.
Thomas Mann could have called this book ' Decline and Fall of the Buddenbrooks'.
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