Kafka in a letter to Max Brod, c. 1910:

My whole body puts me on my guard against each word; each word, before letting itself be put down, has to look round on every side; the phrases positively fall apart in my hands, I see what they are like inside and then I have to stop quickly.

That sounds about right, doesn’t it?

Kafka: a yellow and black collected stories with a linocut of a beetle on the cover, found in the school library and picked up because of the strange name. The discovery that something totally unanticipated was possible, like installing a whole new suite of software.

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