And yet the fear!
Franz KafkaOne must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it upon himself to alter the dispositions of things around him, he ran the risk of losing his footing and falling to destruction, while the organization would simply right itself by some compensating reaction in another part of its machinery – since everything interlocked – and remain unchanged, unless, indeed, which was very probable, it became still more rigid, more vigilant, severer, and more ruthless.
Franz Kafkaيا له من جهد أن تبقى على قيد الحياة.
Franz KafkaVeien til medmennesket er for meg svært lang
Franz KafkaIn her opinion her singing falls on deaf ears anyway; there is no lack of enthusiasm and applause, but she has long since given up hope of genuine understanding as she conceives it.
Franz KafkaThey're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
Franz KafkaBiri sana cehennemi sıcak ve korkunçtur diye anlattığında cehennem hakkında ne bilebilirsen, benim hakkımda da ancak o kadarını bilebilirsin...
Franz KafkaWhen the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with a shrill scream forfeited its life for the sight of the bacon, all the mice in the district, in their holes were overcome by trembling and shaking; with eyes blinking uncontrollably they gazed at each other one by one, while their tails scraped the ground busily and senselessly. Then they came out, hesitantly, pushing one another, all drawn towards the scene of death. There it lay, the dear little mouse, its neck caught in the deadly iron, the little pink legs drawn up, and now stiff the feeble body that would so well have deserved a scrap of bacon.
The parents stood beside it and eyed their child's remains.
Mots clés death dying mice mouse kafka
Gece gündüz, uykuda olsun, uyanık olsun, vücuduna saplanmış bir oku taşımak demek. Çekilir şey değil bu.
Franz KafkaQuerido padre:
Me preguntaste una vez por qué afirmaba yo que te tengo miedo.
Como de costumbre, no supe qué contestar, en parte, justamente por el
miedo que te tengo, y en parte porque en los fundamentos de ese miedo
entran demasiados detalles como para que pueda mantenerlos reunidos
en el curso de una conversación. Y, aunque intente ahora contestarte
por escrito, mi respuesta será, no obstante, muy incomprensible, porque
también al escribir el miedo y sus consecuencias me inhiben ante
ti, y porque la magnitud del tema excede mi memoria y mi entendimiento.
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