You told me that Kafka was not a thinker, and that a “genetic” approach to his work would disclose that much of it was only a kind of very imaginative whining. That was during the period when you were going in for wrecking operations, feeling, I suppose, that the integrity of your own mental processes was best maintained by a series of strong, unforgiving attacks. You made quite an impression on everyone, in those days: you ruffled blouse, you long magenta skirt slit to the knee, the dagger thrust into your boot. “Is that a metaphor?” I asked, pointing to the dagger; you shook your head, smiled, said no.

You told me that Kafka was not a thinker, and that a “genetic” approach to his work would disclose that much of it was only a kind of very imaginative whining. That was during the period when you were going in for wrecking operations, feeling, I suppose, that the integrity of your own mental processes was best maintained by a series of strong, unforgiving attacks. You made quite an impression on everyone, in those days: you ruffled blouse, you long magenta skirt slit to the knee, the dagger thrust into your boot. “Is that a metaphor?” I asked, pointing to the dagger; you shook your head, smiled, said no.

– Donald Barthelme –

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