A short story by Franz Kafka
The Departure
I ordered my horse to be brought from the stables. The servant did not understand my orders. So I went to the stables myself, saddled my horse, and mounted. In the distance I heard the sound of a trumpet, and I asked the servant what it meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. At the gate he stopped me and asked: "Where is the master going?" "I don't know," I said, "just out of here, just out of here. Out of here, nothing else, it's the only I can reach my goal." "So you know your goal?" he asked. "Yes," I replied, "I've just told you. Out of here --- that's my goal."
I ordered my horse to be brought from the stables. The servant did not understand my orders. So I went to the stables myself, saddled my horse, and mounted. In the distance I heard the sound of a trumpet, and I asked the servant what it meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. At the gate he stopped me and asked: "Where is the master going?" "I don't know," I said, "just out of here, just out of here. Out of here, nothing else, it's the only I can reach my goal." "So you know your goal?" he asked. "Yes," I replied, "I've just told you. Out of here --- that's my goal."
3 comments:
this is really nice.
you know what, what a coincidence,
last week i mentioned about the same episode to a friend in Shanghai.
i still remember quite clear we talked about 'out of here' few months ago.
'Out of here', nothing about escape, nothing to declare, just 'Out of here', simple
just 'Out of here', simple, clear, and slient...
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