I didn't become a lawyer because of Kafka. If Kafka did what he did while wasting half his time on a profession that he was, at best, indifferent to, what would become of me?
Yet time erodes all dreams. It reveals to men the terribly mundane details of their demise. The passionate cries of youth invariably wane and we too, like the man from the country awaiting admittance to the Law, will mumble to ourselves in later years.
Yet, I'm not yet ready to sit on my stool and mumble to myself. I'm still too bellicose, too obstinate...I am still too foolish. I lack the good sense to surrender.
Perhaps that was why Kafka left instructions to Max Brod to set fire to his work. He thought he was just mumbling to himself.
