Comparing Adam and Karenin leads me to the
thought that in Paradise man was not yet man. Or to be more precise, man had not
yet been cast out on man's path. Now we are long-time outcasts, flying through
the emptiness of time in a straight line. Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread
still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and,
unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in
it is himself. The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man. Milan Kundera, "The Unbearable
Lightness of Being".