I lowered my eyes. When I raised them again the angel was still there, it is true, hanging rather far under the ceiling... but it was no living angel, only a painted wooden figurehead off the prow of some ship, one of a kind that hangs from the ceiling in sailor’s taverns, nothing more.

- Franz Kafka,Diary, June 25, 1914

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