He gobbles up the leavings and crumbs that fall from his own table; in this way he is, of course, for a little while more thoroughly sated than all the rest, but he forgets how to eat from the table itself. In this way, however, there cease to be any crumbs and leavings.

— Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (tr. Kaiser and Wilkins)

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