No, I didn’t imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you. — Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice. (Schocken; Pbk ed. edition December 6, 2016) Originally published 1967.