Sunday, October 6, 2013
A Short Fable by Franz Kafka
"Oh," said the mouse, "The world gets narrower with each day. At first it was so wide that I had anxiety. I ran further and was happy that I finally saw walls to my right and left, but these walls came together so fast that now I am in the very last room, and there in the corner is the trap, into which I'll run." "You must merely run in a different direction," said the cat and gobbled her up.