Tuesday, April 29, 2014


I rode in through the South gate.  Built directly on to the gate is a large hostelry; there I meant to spend the night.  I led my mule into the stables, which were already almost overcrowded with mounts, but still I did find a safe corner. Then I went upstairs into one of the loggias, spread out my blanket and lay down to sleep.

Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks, The Fifth Notebook

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