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“But fundamentally the reason for my not writing is the vague feeling that I have so much and such extremely important things to say to you that no amount of free time would be free enough to gather together all the strength required for it. And this is how it is.”

Quote by Franz Kafka

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Letters to Milena

This book is a compilation of letters that reveal a deep and personal relationship between two individuals amidst the backdrop of significant historical events. The correspondence offers a glimpse into the complexities of human emotions and the passage of time. 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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