Kafka: Letter to my Father
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dearest father, you asked me recently why I maintain I am afraid of you. As usual, I was unable to think of my answer to your question partly for the very reason that I am afraid of you on DH partly because on explanation of the grounds for this fear would mean going into far more details than I could even approximately keep in mind while talking on defy now tried to give you an answer in writing. It will still be very incomplete because even in writing this fear and its consequences hamper me in relation to you on because anyway, the magnitude ofthe the subject goes far beyond the scope of my memory and power of reasoning. To you, the matter always seemed very simple At least in this far as you talked about it in front of me and without discrimination in front of many other people, it looked to you more or less as follows. You have worked hard all your life, have sacrificed everything for your Children above all for me. Consequently, I have lived like a fighting **** have been completely at liberty to learn Whatever I wanted on DH have had no cause for material worries, which means worries of any kind. You have not expected any gratitude for this, knowing what Children's gratitude is like, but have expected at least some sort ofthe obliging the some sign off sympathy. Instead, I have always dodged you and hidden from you in my room, among my books with crazy friends or with extravagant ideas. I have never talked to you. Frankly, I have never come to you when you were in the synagogue, never visited you at Franzen's bad nor indeed ever shown any family feeling. I have never taken any interest in the business or your other concerns. I left the factory on your hands and left you in the lurch. I encouraged Bottler in her obstinacy on never lifted a finger for you Never even got you a theatre ticket while I do everything for my friends. If you sum up your judgement of me, the results you get is that although you don't charge me with anything downright improper or wicked, with the exception perhaps of my latest marriage plan, you do charge me with coldness, estrangement on DH ingratitude! On what is more, you charge me with it in such a way as to make it seem were my fault, as though I might have been able with something like a touch on the steering wheel to make everything quite different. Well, you aren't in the slightest blame unless it were for having bean too good to me. This your usual way of representing it I regard is accurate only in so far as I to believe you are entirely blameless in the matter of our estrangement. But I also I'm entirely blameless. If I could get you to acknowledge this, then what would be possible is not, I think, a new life. We're both much too old for that, but still a kind of peace, no sensation, but still a diminution of your unceasing reproaches.