I have no memory for things I have learned, nor
things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people
nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing,
that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do
know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am
incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can
grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of
coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in
fact, I can scarcely talk.
Franz Kafka
Franz Kafka