He is thirsty, and is cut off from a spring by a mere clump of bushes. But he is divided against himself: one part overlooks the whole, sees that he is standing here and that the spring is just beside him; but another part notices nothing, has at most a divination that the first part sees all. But as he notices nothing he cannot drink.
-- Franz Kafka
Translated by Willa and Edwin Muir
Michigan Maritime Museum – Executive Director
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