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Oxford’s Bodleian Library and the Marbach Literary Archive in Germany have prevented a collection of letters and postcards written by Kafka from being auctioned off and will soon be put on public display, switching between the two prestigious institutions.

One of the two postcards is written in Czech. In it Kafka writes how the 20th century is bound to become increasingly nightmarish and bureaucratic, though at the moment he doesn’t want to weigh himself down with such dark thoughts as he is hitting the ski slopes with real vigor (literalab’s loose translation).

(literalab)

I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

"Be Alone" by huebucket on INPRNT

"I’m a cage, in search of a bird."
 

"Be Alone" by huebucket on INPRNT

"I’m a cage, in search of a bird."

 

(via inprnt)

Why am I a human being, with all the torments this extremely vague and horribly responsible condition entails? Why am I not, for example, the happy wardrobe in your room, which has you in full view whenever you’re sitting in your chair or at your desk or when you’re lying down or sleeping? Why am I not that?
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
The Methamorphosis book cover earrings by DesignsByAnnette on Etsy

The Methamorphosis book cover earrings by DesignsByAnnette on Etsy

To be so lost and not have the strength to regret it.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries 
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
Franz Kafka, aged 13 (June 1896), photo taken on the occasion of his Bar mitzvah

Franz Kafka, aged 13 (June 1896), photo taken on the occasion of his Bar mitzvah

Miserable creature that I am!
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
by Tullio Pericoli 

by Tullio Pericoli 

I would never have married a girl with whom I had lived in the same city for a year.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
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