Coming across lots of quotes from Kafka for some reason, most likely because I was in Prague last week.
Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.
(The Silence of the Sirens, October 1917)
And may well make a title from somewhere in the last beautiful melodrama of this:
“… we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. …we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book should be an axe to break the frozen sea inside us.”
(Letter to Oskar Pollak, 27 January 1904)
Ant Hampton meanwhile sent the image below after my brief writing about a guy seen at the airport. Ant’s picture reminded me that years ago I filmed a weary looking guy for ages, as he waited at Manchester Airport, with a sign that read BROTHER. It meant the computer firm I am pretty sure… but the other possibility was too strong to resist.