The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923
22 December 1910. Today I do not even dare to reproach myself. To call out into this empty day would have a disgusting echo.
28 December 1910. When I have behaved like a human being for a few hours, as today with Max and later at Baum’s, I am so conceited before going to sleep.
posted by shamilton @ 4:51 PM
1 Comments:
This seems a bit depressing. In fact, most of the posts I read in the past day or two on various blogs have had a touch of depression in them. I think it's the weather. It brings everyone down. But I do like that you posted this. It's wonderful to read things from our history.
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