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“During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…”

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Book:Letters to friends, family, and editors
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Letters to friends, family, and editors

This book compiles a series of letters exchanged between an author and their friends, family members, and editors. The correspondence provides a glimpse into the author's personal life, thoughts, and experiences, offering a candid and intimate look at their journey through various stages of their life and career. more

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Franz Kafka
Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka (July 3, 1883 - June 3, 1924) was an important German-language novelist of the 20th century, known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical thoughts. His works, often themed around loneliness, alienation, and existentialism, have had a profound impact on literature and philosophy. more

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