Although my attention is paid on the sentences highlighted, I wanted to bring back almost the entire last part of one of the letters is not short of correspondence between Franz Kafka and Milena, to steal some curious in common with his most famous ...
[Prague 14.IX.20]
Tuesday
[...] The situation is like this: I, wild beast, I was not , one can say, in the forest giacevo non so dove, in un fosso lurido (lurido beninteso soltanto per la mia presenza) ed ecco che ti vidi fuori all’aperto, la cosa più meravigliosa che avessi mai visto, dimenticai tutto, mi dimenticai interamente, mi alzai, mi avvicinai, timido bensì in quella nuova eppure natia libertà, mi avvicinai dunque, arrivai fino a te, tu fosti tanto buona, mi accovacciai presso a te come se ciò mi fosse lecito, posai il viso nella tua mano, ero tanto felice, tanto orgoglioso, tanto libero, tanto potente, tanto a casa mia, sempre così: tanto a casa mia – ma in fondo ero pur sempre la bestia, appartenevo pur sempre alla selva, vivevo all’aperto soltanto per grazia tua e senza saperlo (poiché I had forgotten everything) I read my fate in your eyes. It could not last. Even the most generous with his hand stroking you had certain peculiarities note alluding to the forest, this home, this true home, and were necessary, necessarily repeated discussions on the 'anxiety'
You wonder how I live here, so alive.
"filthy of course only my presence"
This unfortunate phrase reappears in the form of dialogue at the "Process", in which Josef K., talking with Mrs. Grubach, shouting "The board clean! ... if you want to keep clean the board, the first who must evict me. "
The last underscores instead, outline the 'identification with Gregor Samsa - now confined to that horrid form of the "beast" - that with the full awareness of their situation irreversible and, consequently, of their own destiny "in the dark" feeds ... or a faint hope to be able to drag with him his sister. However, all appear in the eyes of Samsa / Kafka utopia ... and in fact there <
The inability to reconcile this dark (the time of writing) with the light (love / the outside world) turns into anxiety. An unbearable torture.
Another curious thing:
In one of the many interviews that the young Gustav Janouch then reported so scrupulously on his notebooks, he reveals to us that the question "s the main character, Samsa, has the same position
of k in a cryptogram kafka ... seems ... "by denying the dr.Kafka shook his head, on the contrary asserted that it was not a confession, but only a rumor ...
But despite this statement, it would seem almost as if the psyche has played a joke! e che la lettera qui sopra riportata ci rivela ben altra cosa…
