“I am delighted with the bathroom here, the large ornate mirror. The gradual understanding of my condition that seems to come from peering into it. The surface of the brass faucet is polished to a high finish. The water that runs from it has the faint smell of sulfur, a bitter taste each time I clean my teeth. In bed the question of my inability to sleep. The appearance of a ghostlike presence: a boy of nine or ten. He wears a cap, short pants, and a coat almost to his knees; on his face is the most desolate expression: terrible sorrowfulness; resignation and fear; his arms are raised in a position of surrender. I cannot see what enemy is menacing him, but all night long the boy remains; his arms are bent at the elbows and raised. W’s face returns to my mind with the sunlight, the heavy top drapes parted, the white, sheer under-layer diffusing the light. Yesterday in W’s eyes the look for a moment of worry, then changing to excitement.”

From Kafka At Rudolf Steiner’s