From: The Blue Octavo Notebooks by Frank Kafka
An Inviolable Dream. She was running along the highroad, I did not see her, I only noticed how she swung along as she ran, how her veil flew, how her feet lifted; I was sitting at the edge of the field, gazing into the water of the little stream. She ran through the villages; children standing in the doorways watched her coming and watched her going.
Third Notebook
They were given the choice of becoming kings of the kings’ messengers. As is the way with children, they all wanted to be messengers. That is why there are only messengers, racing through the world and, since there are no kings, calling out to each other the messages that have now become meaningless. They would gladly put an end to their miserable life, but they do not dare to do so because of their oath of loyalty.
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