Kafka liked to have his watch one hour and a half fast. Felice kept setting it right. Nonetheless, for five years they almost married. He made a list of arguments for and against marriage, including the inability to bear the assault of his own life (for) and the sight of the nightshirts laid out on his parents' bed at 10.30 (against). Haemorrhage saved him. When advised not to speak by doctors in the sanitorium, he left glass sentences all over the floor. Felice, says one of them, had too much nakedness left in her.
Anne Carson, Glass and God, Cape Poetry, 1998