The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation—a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us.
Kafka
And a blog? This one at least: a very blunt axe to deal with so deeply frozen a sea!
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