'It is wrong,then,to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences(like the meeting of Anna, Vronsky,the railway station, and death or the meeting of Beethoven, Thomas, Tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he therby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.'
The night Thereza danced with his younger colleague, Thomas admitted his jealousy when they reached home. She asked him repeatedly, 'Are you really jealous?', incredulous, and beamed when he answered yes. To her, his jealousy was like the Nobel Prize. Whereas we realised Thomas's involvement with other women was something Thereza cannot quite accept. To him, her jealousy was like an unwanted burden.
