Kafkas schöne Augen.
Heute im Perlentaucher gefunden:
(via Bookslut) Die schönen Augen und die Schüchternheit Kafkas fielen 1912 auch dem Verleger Kurt Wolff auf, den Michael Handelzalts in Haaretz zitiert. Brod hatte Kafka in Wolffs Büro gebracht: "'May Max Brod forgive me for what I am about to say, since I'm the last person who would want to diminish the incalculable service he performed for his friend, both during his lifetime and afterward - but in the very first moment I received an indelible impression: The impresario was presenting the star he had discovered.' What of the 'star'? Wolff continues: 'If the impression was embarrassing, it had to do with Kafka's personality; he was incapable of overcoming the awkwardness of the introduction with a casual gesture or a joke. Oh, how he suffered. Taciturn, ill at ease, frail, vulnerable, intimidated like a schoolboy facing his examiners, he was sure he could never live up to claims voiced so forcefully by his impresario. Why had he ever got himself into this spot; how could he have agreed to be presented to a potential buyer like a piece of merchandise! ... I breathed a sigh of relief when the visit was over, and said good-bye to this man with the most beautiful eyes and the most touching expression, someone who seemed to exist outside the category of age.'"
(via Bookslut) Die schönen Augen und die Schüchternheit Kafkas fielen 1912 auch dem Verleger Kurt Wolff auf, den Michael Handelzalts in Haaretz zitiert. Brod hatte Kafka in Wolffs Büro gebracht: "'May Max Brod forgive me for what I am about to say, since I'm the last person who would want to diminish the incalculable service he performed for his friend, both during his lifetime and afterward - but in the very first moment I received an indelible impression: The impresario was presenting the star he had discovered.' What of the 'star'? Wolff continues: 'If the impression was embarrassing, it had to do with Kafka's personality; he was incapable of overcoming the awkwardness of the introduction with a casual gesture or a joke. Oh, how he suffered. Taciturn, ill at ease, frail, vulnerable, intimidated like a schoolboy facing his examiners, he was sure he could never live up to claims voiced so forcefully by his impresario. Why had he ever got himself into this spot; how could he have agreed to be presented to a potential buyer like a piece of merchandise! ... I breathed a sigh of relief when the visit was over, and said good-bye to this man with the most beautiful eyes and the most touching expression, someone who seemed to exist outside the category of age.'"
Giorgione - 25. Okt, 10:08
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