I am reading the diaries of Franz Kafka.
First time for the tenth time.
A nice description of a dream (2 October, 1911), where a family that Kafka knew, and had in reality only daughters, now has a son, who moreover wears a very peculiar pair of glasses because his eyes are not only myopic but deformed (the left one sticks out, almost entirely). But later on Kafka notes that his mother also wears glasses whose lenses aren't quite at the same distance from the face.
I suppose Kafka was the child in the dream, who is tied to females (instead of male), and tied to his mother too (instead of father). Very generally, that is.
I find it nice that one can be aware of so specific details from one's life, and something that took place more than 100 years ago. Here, for example, the reader learns that Kafka felt so tired the day after the dream, that he kept describing it to others, including his elderly supervisor at the insurance firm.
That said, I recall that, as reading, 1911 doesn't end easily at all in the diaries, because for something like 50 pages he will go on describing a rather bad group of jewish actors from the polish ghetto. 1912 was a far more interesting year (The Crisis, The Metamorphosis).
First time for the tenth time.
A nice description of a dream (2 October, 1911), where a family that Kafka knew, and had in reality only daughters, now has a son, who moreover wears a very peculiar pair of glasses because his eyes are not only myopic but deformed (the left one sticks out, almost entirely). But later on Kafka notes that his mother also wears glasses whose lenses aren't quite at the same distance from the face.
I suppose Kafka was the child in the dream, who is tied to females (instead of male), and tied to his mother too (instead of father). Very generally, that is.
I find it nice that one can be aware of so specific details from one's life, and something that took place more than 100 years ago. Here, for example, the reader learns that Kafka felt so tired the day after the dream, that he kept describing it to others, including his elderly supervisor at the insurance firm.
That said, I recall that, as reading, 1911 doesn't end easily at all in the diaries, because for something like 50 pages he will go on describing a rather bad group of jewish actors from the polish ghetto. 1912 was a far more interesting year (The Crisis, The Metamorphosis).
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