“The Wish To Be a Red Indian” — Franz Kafka

The Wish To Be a Red Indian

If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one’s spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away the reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse’s neck and head would be already gone.

“The Wish To Be a Red Indian” by Franz Kafka.

6 thoughts on ““The Wish To Be a Red Indian” — Franz Kafka”

    1. Thanks so much for the recommendation, Udder. I picked up MASQUERADE & OTHER STORIES after stumbling into a New Orleans bookstore after a three-Bloody-Mary-breakfast and seeing it on display, as if by magic, after reading your comment a few days prior. Read a hefty chunk last week and it’s great stuff.


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