“It is a cruel atmosphere down there, cruel and ruthless.”

— Thomas Mann, book The Magic Mountain

Hans Castorp on the world outside the sanatorium, in Ch. 5
The Magic Mountain (1924)

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German novelist, and 1929 Nobel Prize laureate 1875–1955

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