The Outing in the Mountains

"I don't know,"I cried in a toneless voice, "I just don't know. If nobody comes, well, then nobody comes. I've hurt nobody, nobody's hurt me, yet nobody wants to help me. A bunch of nobodies. But that's not the way it is. Except that nobody's helping me - otherwise a bunch of nobodies would be just fine. I would love to - and why not - go on an outing with a bunch of absolute nobodies. Into the mountains, naturally - where else? How these nobodies crowd and jostle, those many arms jutting out at an angle and linked together, those countless feet separated by tiny steps! All of them, needless to say, in tailcoats. We walk along, free and easy, the wind blows through the gaps left open by ourselves and our limbs. Our throats become free in the mountains! It is a miracle we do not sing!"

Franz Kafka