Monday, April 6, 2015

ponder

“Don’t you get pleasure out of exaggerating painful things as much as possible? For people with weak instincts it often seems to me the only way to drive out pain; like medicine, which is devoid of all good instincts, it cauterizes the sore spot. By so doing, of course, nothing definite is achieved, but the moment itself—and those with bad and weak instincts haven’t time to worry about more than that—is almost pleasurable.”

—   Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice