A wonderful entry from biblioklept to ponder on Friday. Hopefully it’ll be filled with even more beautiful emotions!
27. March. Monday, on the street. The boy who with several others, threw a large ball at a servant girl walking defencelessly in front of them; just as the ball was flying at the girls’ behind I grabbed him by the throat, choked him in a fury, thrust him aside, and swore. Then walked on and didn’t even look at the girl. One quite forgets one’s earthly existence because one is so entirely full of fury is permitted to believe that, given the opportunity, one would in the same way fill oneself with even more beautiful emotions.
Franz Kafka’s diary entry, 27 March 1912. Translation by Joseph Kresh.