A Little Theory


"Alas," said the Desired Girl, "this dancefloor is growing smaller by the moment. At the beginning it was so empty that I was afraid, I kept dancing and dancing, and I was glad when at last I saw others dancing too to the right and left, but this vast space has narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the Precarious Boy I must dance into." "You only need to change your direction," said the Snubbedman, and gave it up.

 

 

Adapted from the Franz Kafka story "A Little Fable".
Translation by Willa and Edwin Muir

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