Hours went by, hours in which they breathed in unison, their hearts beating together, hours in which K. felt he was losing himself or wandering into a strange country where no human being had ever gone before, a country whose very air was so different from his native air that one could suffocate in its strangeness, and yet so enticing that one could only go further and lose oneself in it.
David Zane Mairowitz ⬩ R. Crumb’s Kafka
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