When my friends' teen-aged son, who was not one to read a book, was being sullen and silent, I got so say, "Perhaps he, like Kafka, believes 'that conversation deprives everything of its significance, its seriousness, and its truth.'"
When Kafka's girlfriend suggested that she thought it was time that they stopped seeing one another, he lamented, "I, too, would be glad to avoid myself." I love that.
Someone (I neglected attribution) said: "Kafka is something more than a neurotic artist; he is also an artist of neurosis."
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