Hm. I really love Kafka, but I don't know his well-known quotes or anything. Just stories. I led conference on "The Hunger Artist," and I think it was the only conference that I actually progressed. Most of the time I just wanted to kill people for reading things so fucking literally (on "The Metamorphosis": "Why doesn't he just leave?"), and through the eyes of the characters (like when this neurotic mother in Woolf's book is worrying that their summer beach house is too old and shabby, and the children are tracking dirt and water in or whatever, and the windows should really be shut, and blah blah blah, there was someone who really took it to mean that this was a poor, decrepit, old shack, not that the character was a neurotic housewife), and never anything else. God.

Why hilarious to give it to my father? Entertainment? Father-son? Too many pages? Yeah, I went into a cat store (I mean, store with stuff for cats), and they had two cats in the shop, and I started petting one, and it just climbed on me, and it took me awhile to get it off. Then it followed me around the store (but in front of me. It followed me in front of me.), tried climbing on me again, and got stuck to my coat. Anyway, I just went and sent the package, so you will get it later this week, I should think.

Hahaha. What kind of shit? Shit with metrically good but vacuous titles?