"…I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the

time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in

this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the

village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow,

where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I

would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and

nobody would ever see us any more."

— Franz Kafka (The Castle)