“Sometimes it amazed you that a single ordinary life was sufficient to comprehend enough to be able to work there with a certain amount of success. There were, of course, grim times such as everyone had, when you thought you had not achieved anything at all, when it seemed as if only those trials reached a satisfactory conclusion which had been destined to do so from the very beginning and would have done so without any assistance, while all the others had been lost despite all your attentions, all your efforts, all the little apparent successes with which you were so pleased. Then one felt that nothing was certain, and if you were asked you wouldn’t even dare to deny that trials which were going well, because that was the kind of trial they were, had taken a wrong turn through your help.”
F. Kafka
