In Kafka 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.
23 January 1917
The Director talked to me today. About not having sufficient people to run the Institute, and the other shortages caused by the war. And he asked my advice.
And I gave him good ideas – pointed the way. I do know my strengths – although far more familiar with my weaknesses.
And as the Director talked to me, he looked at me. In the eyes – as he so often does.
But he did not see me.
Not the I which I carry around inside myself. Not the K.
He saw an adequately dressed government official, Herr Doktor of Law, a Jew (I think he really does not mind), who knows well the operations of the Worker’s Accident Insurance Institute for the Kingdom of Bohemia in Prague. Has, indeed, risen to the rank of Deputy-Secretary.
And that is who responded to the conversation. Made comments Smiled at the Director’s dry humour.
I watched this Jew with interest, and his act was flawless.