The girl appeared in the gateway, alone, waving a lantern; of course, who would lend out his horse for such a ride? I jumped on to the horse. Yet, all of these could never be compared with the shattering of his soul. The stories describe the crazy journey taken by the doctors to reach their patient so they could be treated. As soon as the doctor leaves he rapes his virtuous maid Rose. My servant girl was at that very moment running around the village to see if she could borrow a horse, but it was hopeless—I knew that—and I stood there useless, increasingly covered with snow, becoming all the time more immobile. Though badly paid, I am generous and helpful to the poor. From there, they cannot help, the point being that they have lost the capability of doing that long ago.
Without an audience, he lacks the affirmation of his outward existence. Lacking the human stuff necessary to create and structure situations, he permits himself to be manipulated by the groom, the family, and the horses; but he becomes, by submitting, a tool within the situations they create. The role of women in society, the eschewing of traditional roles and gender conventions, and whether or not it is possible for a woman to choose both a family and a career is also brought up as a theme in the novel. Definition of Kafkaesque The writing of Franz Kafka is so unique and ineffable to some that an entire word has been invented just to describe it: Kafkaesque. The story then unravels various obstacles which hinder the attempts of the doctor to access and tend to the patient. The weather is mentioned in Kafka's story as well.
This effect is heightened by a lavish use of semicolons that chop up the already short and forceful sentences into even smaller units. But is that all there is to this story? Never, consciously, does he attempt through an overt act, until too late, to establish his own essence, to rise above any manipulative value he possesses for others. He is no ordinary groom, but a demon who lands the doctor a pair of magical horses. What could a physician like him do? He managed to escape but this time his magical horses would not canter but would rather go slow. Being snared in the logic of their minds, however, they never see beyond one and the same suspicion: the artist must be cheating. But right away they stood up straight, long legged, with thick steaming bodies. The weather plays a crucial part to bring about the determination of the doctor to go about and fulfill his duty.
In portraying this nightmare, Kafka has succeeded in portraying the situation of the man who wants to help but cannot. From a distance, at any rate. How am I saving her? In the cold winter night he stood and waited outside — fully aware that he could not achieve anything in his actions. He does not transcend life by fasting, but he is fasting in order to survive. They fight like in a dream, but I stepped forward to fight consciously with all my might. In the sick room one can hardly breathe the air.
I have found your great wound; that flower in your side is going to finish you. No doubt, also, panther-watchers are artistically less demanding and more likely to be fascinated by raw force. This life-sustaining elemental force lies no longer within him but within the beasts next door. And yet they feel strangely universal. Worms, the length and thickness of my little finger, roseate and also coated with blood, are writhing against the inside of the wound, with little white heads, and many many little legs. With it, he also achieves the purest form of irony. My own horse had died the previous night, on account of its over-exertions in the current icy winter; now my maid was running from pillar to post to look for a replacement; but it was hopeless, I knew it, and, with the snow falling on me, I stood there increasingly rooted to the spot, and more and more aware of the pointlessness of it.
And he knew that things would never be the same again. His fasting is not opposed to life; it merely makes it possible for him to bear it at all. Nonetheless, he — the doctor as well as the sick young man knew that he could no longer do anything to cure his sickness. Yet his sacrifice would be senseless because it is beyond a physician's power to help an age spiritually out of kilter. The doctor has to address all these obstacles if he is to succeed in his duty as a doctor and employer.
Like the hapless doctor, Kafka may have viewed his own role as a writer to be a wrongly esteemed one. From the story's last sentence, it becomes evident that the whole story is the inevitable consequence of a single mistake. But to be thus engaged is his nature. Surely, his steeds would carry him faster for the return journey. In this sense, the story is a parable of the author's own lifelong spiritual quest.
I can see I have never had such a good team of horses before, and I climb happily aboard. To his unpleasant surprise, the magical horses that were so fast when carrying him to the patient, barely move. In accordance with a simple melody from a choir outside the house, the family undresses him and forces him into bed alongside the patient. But the war is over. The anxiety prevailing throughout this story also reflects Kafka's problems resulting from his second engagement to Felice Bauer and his deteriorating health. Wrapped up in furs with the bag of instruments in my hand, I was already standing in the courtyard ready for the journey; but the horse was missing—the horse.
I go over to him, he smiles at me, as though I were bringing him some beef-tea — oh dear, and then both the horses start whinnying; I suppose the noise has been called for from above somewhere, to make the inspection of the patient easier — and now I find: the boy is sick. Twice the doctor complains that his own horse died, and both times his remarks are accompanied by winter scenes, suggesting the barrenness of the spiritual wasteland around him. But as soon as she was beside him, the groom puts his arms around her and pushes his face against hers. The doctor xxxxxx to address all xxxxxx obstacles if he i. Can this statement stand as a motto for this story? The old man claps me on the shoulder; the sacrifice of his treasure justifies this familiarity.
The groom represents Kafka's sometimes almost obsessive fear of a sexually superior rival. He could not go back that easily. During any time of doubt and impending social upheaval, there is much uncertainty over traditional values and institutions. I had a carriage—a light one, with large wheels, entirely suitable for our country roads. But the sober, pseudo-scientific language of this first sentence tends also to suppress the reader's awareness of the essential oddness of the profession of hunger artists.