“On the pretext of wanting to free you of me, I force myself upon you. ..The moment I am forced to believe that you are lost to me..the somehow-somewhere-existing..barely visible..never-to-be-discovered..takes on proportions of wondrous size and beauty.” – And once again I plunge into pursuit, and promptly stop short again.

KAFKA TO FELICE http://ift.tt/1Na9GwM

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