Franz Kafka

A Hunger Artist

  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    "But we do admire it," said the supervisor obligingly.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    "because I couldn't find a food which I enjoyed. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart's content, like you and everyone else."
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    And when once in a while a person strolling past stood there making fun of the old number and talking of a swindle, that was in a sense the stupidest lie which indifference and innate maliciousness could invent, for the hunger artist was not being deceptive — he was working honestly — but the world was cheating him of his reward.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    "I always wanted you to admire my fasting," said the hunger artist.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    People went straight past him.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    Try to explain the art of fasting to anyone! If someone doesn't feel it, then he cannot be made to understand it.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    And so the hunger artist kept fasting on and on, as he once had dreamed about in earlier times, and he had no difficulty succeeding in achieving what he had predicted back then, but no one was counting the days — no one, not even the hunger artist himself, knew how great his achievement was by this point, and his heart grew heavy.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    A small obstacle, at any rate, a constantly diminishing obstacle.
  • Samia Lamaamrihas quoted4 days ago
    He might fast as well as he could — and he did — but nothing could save him any more.
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