July 27, 1914: Kafka struggles to eat a peach
Ate rice à la Trautmannsdorf and a peach. A man drinking wine watched my attempts to cut the unripe little peach with my knife. I couldn’t. Stricken with shame under the old man’s eyes, I let the peach go completely and ten times leafed through Die Fliegenden Blätter. I waited to see if he wouldn’t at last turn away. Finally I collected all my strength and in defiance of him bit into the completely juiceless and expensive peach.
its been 105 years since kafka ate this terrible peach
its been 106 years since kafka ate this terrible peach
it’s been 107 years since kafka ate this terrible peach
