Franz Kafka

A Hunger Artist

    Amaniiy Saeedhas quotedlast year
    It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.
    Лена Дьяченкоhas quoted2 years ago
    deliberate self-deception
    b8210415763has quoted2 years ago
    The glaring light didn't bother him in the slightest.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    The beautiful signs became dirty and illegible. People tore them down, and no one thought of replacing them.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    — he was working honestly — but the world was cheating him of his reward.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    would praise the lofty striving, the good will, and the great self-denial no doubt contained in this claim
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    He lived this way, taking small regular breaks, for many years, apparently in the spotlight, honoured by the world, but for all that his mood was usually gloomy, and it kept growing gloomier all the time, because no one understood how to take him seriously.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    and no one had the right to be dissatisfied with the event, no one except the hunger artist — he was always the only one.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    And he looked up into the eyes of these women, apparently so friendly but in reality so cruel, and shook his excessively heavy head on his feeble neck.
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    Why did this crowd, which pretended to admire him so much, have so little patience with him? If he kept going and kept fasting longer, why would they not tolerate it?
    Shujat Eliahas quoted2 years ago
    Perhaps it was not fasting at all which made him so very emaciated that many people, to their own regret, had to stay away from his performance, because they couldn't bear to look at him. For he was also so skeletal out of dissatisfaction with himself, because he alone knew something that even initiates didn't know — how easy it was to fast.
    Nilab Sedighihas quoted3 years ago
    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." Those were his last words, but in his failing eyes there was the firm, if no longer proud, conviction that he was continuing to fast.
    Nilab Sedighihas quoted3 years ago
    They pushed the straw around with a pole and found the hunger artist in there. "Are you still fasting?" the supervisor asked. "When are you finally going to stop?" "Forgive me everything," whispered the hunger artist. Only the supervisor, who was pressing his ear up against the cage, understood him. "Certainly," said the supervisor, tapping his forehead with his finger in order to indicate to the spectators the state the hunger artist was in, "we forgive you." "I always wanted you to admire my fasting," said the hunger artist. "But we do admire it," said the supervisor obligingly. "But you shouldn't admire it," said the hunger artist. "Well then, we don't admire it," said the supervisor, "but why shouldn't we admire it?" "Because I had to fast. I can't do anything else," said the hunger artist. "Just look at you," said the supervisor, "why can't you do anything else?" "Because," said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and, with his lips pursed as if for a kiss, speaking right into the supervisor's ear so that he wouldn't miss anything, "because I couldn't find a food which I enjoyed. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of
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