In The Castle, I fill in the ‘missing’ diary entries from Kafka’s real diary. He either did not fill in these days himself, or he destroyed them. There are some estimates that Kafka destroyed 70% – 80% of everything he wrote.
10 January 1917
This lull with Felice. We have not experienced such a calm for the past four years.
But there isn’t passion, such as when I walked the streets of Prague just to be near the site of our first brief encounter.
Or, when I awoke filled with the hope of just receiving her letters.
But now, in addition to knowing that she would not like this tiny house, I find that I do not even want her present.
Oh, the tortures we have gone through, the incrimination and the tears. J’accuse. But nowadays, we write to each other so sensibly, and discuss the type of furniture which will fill our rooms.