What idiotic complaints!

What idiotic complaints! And yet I know perfectly well that it has to pass and that I shan’t perish in the process. How does God put up with these complaints? Why doesn’t he strike me down? But in fact — and this again is the complainer talking — he does strike me down.

– Kafka, letter to Felice (tr. J. Stern and E. Duckworth)

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