“Ya know Doc, like a Kafkaesque nightmare…”
The sad unsmiling silent psychiatrist shook his shaggy head no.
“Yes, Kafka, you do know who Kafka is, don’t you, Doc?”
“No. I’m afraid I don’t.”
And so it was I fired my therapist. Did you ever notice that the word therapist contains the two words, “the rapist?” That should have given me ample warning right there. Later, as I was explaining the situation to my mistress and I came to the part: “Ya know, Doc, just like something out of a Kafkaesque nightmare…”
“You don’t know who Kafka is either?”
And so it was I fired my mistress too. It was just about that time I began to notice how closely my life paralleled that of hapless, arthropodic, Gregor Samsa.
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I have read Kafka, but have a friend, Bob who has read anything written by him, or about him, and I am sending him a link to your post. 🙂