A Hunger Artist

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

because no one understood how to take him seriously. But how was he to find consolation? What was there left for him to wish for? And if a good-natured man who felt sorry for him ever wanted to explain to him that his sadness probably came from his fasting, then it could happen that the hunger artist responded with an outburst of rage and began to shake the bars like an animal, frightening everyone.

unfortunate martyr, something the hunger artist