Milan Kundera. The waltz of goodbye (№ 244255)

- The trouble is, said Skreta after a long brooding silence, ' that you're surrounded by idiots! I don't anybody in this town to ask for advice? Intelligent people are born in absolute exile. Because of their profession, I am only busy with this thought: humanity is the fruit of an incredible amount of idiots. The more stupid the individual, the greater his desire to multiply. Full of personality produce no more than one child, and the best of them, like you, come to a decision not to breed. It's a disaster. I dream of a world in which man would be born not in a foreign environment, and among his brothers.