Letters: Franz Kafka to Milena

12 October 2019


I sometimes feel as though I were carrying such weights of lead that I must at any moment be dragged down into the deepest sea and the person trying to seize or even ‘rescue’ me would give up, not from weakness, not even from hopelessness but from sheer annoyance.

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