At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?
Franz KafkaWritten kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.
Franz KafkaAt that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?
Franz KafkaWritten kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.
Franz Kafka