I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? ... A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.
Laugh a minute there, Franz.
(Image from David Mairowitz and Robert Crumb's illustrated biography, Kafka.)
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In completely unrelated news:
Unseen Franz Kafka Writings Inch a Bit Closer To the Light
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