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To Do Justice To The Figure Of Kafka In Its Purity And Its Peculiar Beauty One Must Never Lose Sight Of One Thing: It Is The Purity And Beauty Of A Failure.

The Experience Of Our Generation: That Capitalism Will Not Die A Natural Death.

Books And Harlots Have Their Quarrels In Public.

It Is The Task Of The Translator To Release In His Own Language That Pure Language That Is Under The Spell Of Another, To Liberate The Language Imprisoned In A Work In His Re-creation Of That Work.

Work On A Good Piece Of Writing Proceeds On Three Levels: A Musical One, Where It Is Composed, An Architectural One, Where It Is Constructed, And Finally A Textile One, Where It Is Woven.