am guilty of an association of these ideas: on the turn of the year between 1916 and 1917, Kafka wrote to his on-and-off fiancée Felice Bauer, ‘You are acquainted with my two years of suffering, insignificant compared to the world’s suffering during that period, but bad enough for me.’
* Like an opiomane in a Wilkie Collins novel, for Kafka the least sound w