Nursing a bout of influenza is exhausting, but comes with compensatory advantages: the so rare privilege of sitting silently and reading for hours, with the occasional offer of tea.
I have been able to complete Kafka’s Diaries 1910-1923. That Kafka did not wish these diaries published makes their reading a voyeuristic, guilty compulsion. They stand shoulder to shoulder with his novels and short stories, as sublime works of genius. They are quite essential.