'...always your heart is like the unwearying axe blade/ struck through a beam by some craftsman who uses his skill/ to shape a ship's timber, and it adds force to his own effort...'
Ilíada, Homero, 3. 60f., Peter Green (trad.)
'A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us'
Kafka, Carta Oskar Pollak, 1904