Owen Barritt (hmmm_tea) wrote,
Owen Barritt
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Excursion into the Mountains

There are days when I feel just like this:

Excursion into the Mountains
by Franz Kafka (translated by Willa and Edwin Muir)


"I don't know," I cried without being heard, "I do not know. If nobody comes, then nobody comes. I've done nobody any harm, nobody's done me any harm, but nobody will help me. A pack of nobodies. Yet that isn't all true. Only, that nobody helps me - a pack of nobodies would be rather fine, on the other hand. I'd love to go on an excursion - why not? - with a pack of nobodies. Into the mountains, of course, where else? How these nobodies jostle each other, all these lifted arms linked together, these numberless feet treading so close! Of course they are all in dress suits. We go so gaily, the wind blows through us and the gaps in our company. Our throats swell and are free in the mountains. It's a wonder that we don't burst into song."


My book of Kafka's short stories may be taking me a while to read, but their are little gems like this that make it so worth it!

Now, where can I find a pack of nobodies? An excursion into the mountains sound so much more fun then this marking.
Tags: literature, quotes, surrealism
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