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Betrachtung
     

Betrachtung

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by Franz Kafka
 

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Excerpt s Böses getan, niemand aber will mir helfen. Lauter niemand. Aber so ist es doch nicht. Nur daß mir niemand hilft --, sonst wäre lauter niemand hübsch. Ich würde ganz gern -- warum denn nicht -- einen Ausflug mit einer Gesellschaft von lauter Niemand machen. Natürlich ins Gebirge, wohin denn sonst? Wie sich diese Niemand

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Excerpt s Böses getan, niemand aber will mir helfen. Lauter niemand. Aber so ist es doch nicht. Nur daß mir niemand hilft --, sonst wäre lauter niemand hübsch. Ich würde ganz gern -- warum denn nicht -- einen Ausflug mit einer Gesellschaft von lauter Niemand machen. Natürlich ins Gebirge, wohin denn sonst? Wie sich diese Niemand aneinander drängen, diese vielen quer gestreckten und eingehängten Arme, diese vielen Füße, durch winzige Schritte getrennt! Versteht sich, daß alle in Frack sind. Wir gehen so lala, der Wind fährt durch die Lücken, die wir und unsere Gliedmaßen offen lassen. Die Hälse werden im Gebirge frei! Es ist ein Wunder, daß wir nicht singen.

Das Unglück des Junggesellen

Es scheint so arg, Junggeselle zu bleiben, als alter Mann unter schwerer Wahrung der Würde um Aufnahme zu bitten, wenn man einen Abend mit Menschen verbringen will, krank zu sein und aus dem Winkel seines Bettes woch

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781492794837
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
09/23/2013
Pages:
48
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.10(d)

Meet the Author

Franz Kafka (3. Juli 1883 in Prag, Österreich-Ungarn; † 3. Juni 1924 in Klosterneuburg-Kierling, Österreich) war ein deutschsprachiger Schriftsteller.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
July 3, 1883
Date of Death:
June 3, 1924
Place of Birth:
Prague, Austria-Hungary
Place of Death:
Vienna, Austria
Education:
German elementary and secondary schools. Graduated from German Charles-Ferdinand University of Prague.

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We crammed our suitcases into the back of Thelma's car and me and Linus sat down in the backseat while Thelma and Dad made goo-goo eyes at each other. I yawned again while Linus pulled out his DS and started a game. The weird music was getting on my nerves. "Could you do anything BUT that?" I snapped at him.<br> "Huh?"<br> "Nevermind."<br> I watched the city whiz past me. My laptop was tucked snugly into my suitcase, and my carry on bag for the airplane only had books l had finished reading. To relieve my boredom, l counted souvenir shops (24 so far) pizza resturants (17) and Starbucks (25, an enormous number considering Anaheim only had one). This was a long drive. My eyes started to close...<p> And-<p> The tires screeched. My head snapped up and l screamed. Thelma was driving straight toward a large, graffitied brick wall. It was in a dark alleyway with dead rats and bulging trash bags on the sidewalk. I closed my eyes and expected the car to smash, for the windshield to break and for-<p> Nothing. The car glided smoothly forward, through the wall. I gasped. This wasn't possible. There was no such thing as magic walls. Projectors? Maybe the wall was made by projectors? I looked around for some. Not a single one. Maybe l was insane.<br> Dad was looking as confused as me. "Honey?" He asked Thelma, completely baffled.<br> The wall dissolved into nothing. We were now on a cozy little cobblestone street with whitewashed townhouses. I looked around for the dirty alleyway. Where did it go?<br> "Here," Thelma said, yanking the key out of the ignition. She had parked in front of the largest townhouse, with a bay window and a balcony. I looked down the curve of the street and saw a faint strip of blue ocean in the distance. A charming little waterside street, so different from New York. I half-smiled. It might be okay here.<br> Dad looked quite shocked. Linus didn't seem to care. Thelma grinned at me. "Welcome to Pendragon Court," she said.<br> I unloaded my suitcase, walked up the front steps and past the cutesy garden filled with pansies and begonias. Thelma stuck her key in the lock.<br> We had barely got inside when a five year old girl with violently red hair came charging at me, almost knocking me over with her hug. "You came! You came! Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!!! Do you want to be my friend? I want to be yours."<br> I had no idea of what to think about this girl, but l patted her head. "Sure."<br> "Yay!" The little girl danced around me, and suddenly her hair turned from red to... purple? I gaped. But Thelma gave her a look, and it changed back to red.<br> A boy with pale skin, black eyes and black hair sidled out from behind a door. He held weird cards in his hand and wore a black cape over his shirt and jeans. But just as l saw him, he disappeared.<br> "Mu-um?"<br> A girl came walking down the stairs, yawning. She wore a tee shirt and sushi-patterned sweatpants, having obviously just woken up. She was taller than me by a few inches and had soft cinnamon colored hair twisted up into a messy bun. Her face had high cheekbones and her blue eyes had smudged black eyeliner on the lids. Her accent was totally British, and l got the feeling it wasn't fake, either.<br> "Who ARE these people?" She complained. I instantly disliked her.<br> "Oh, Doll, darling," Thelma gushed. "This is Song. You're both the same age."<br> Doll stared at me through narrowed eyes. "Whatever." She strutted back up the stairs.<br> What a bit<e>ch, l thought.