Sep 6, 2016
You see, my brain was no longer able to bear the pain and anxiety with which it had been burdened. It said: 'I'm giving up; but if anyone else here cares about keeping the whole thing intact, then he should share the load and things will run a little longer.' Whereupon my lung volunteered, it probably didn't have much to lose anyway. These negotiations between brain and lung, which went on without my knowledge, may well have been quite terrifying.
Franz Kafka in a letter to Milena Jesenská, April 1920
