The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.
Franz KafkaAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: austrian
- Born: July 3, 1883
- Died: June 3, 1924
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