Franz Kafka :: July 3, 1883 – June 3, 1924



On June 2, 1916, Franz Kafka wrote in his diary:

2 June. What a muddle I’ve been in with girls, in spite of all my headaches, insomnia, grey hair, despair. Let me count them: there have been at least six since the summer. I can’t resist, my tongue is fairly torn from my mouth if I don’t give in and admire anyone who is admirable and love her until admiration is exhausted. With all six my guilt is almost wholly inward, though one of the six did complain of me to someone.

June 3, 2014 11:40 am

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