Franz Kafka: Why Was He Great?

2019-05-19T22:01:34+09:00

“I walked through a long row of houses at the level of the first or second floor, just as one walks through a tunnel from one carriage to another. I walked quickly, perhaps also because the house was so rickety that for that reason alone one hurried. The doors between the houses I did not notice at all, it was just a gigantic row of rooms, and yet not only the differences between the individual apartments but also between the houses was recognizable...[At the end of the row] I stepped up to a group of men who seemed to be waiting [...]