Franz Kafka. Diaries (№ 130345)

How bad to be a bachelor, an old man ask for, with the labor saving advantage to visit when you want to spend the evening with people wearing one yourself going home, anyone with a lazy confidence not to wait up, only with the stress or frustration to make someone a gift to say goodbye at the gate, never to climb the stairs with his wife, cheering, consoling himself only with the view from your window, unless, of course, unable to get up, to live in the room door which lead into the lives of others, to feel estranged relatives with whom you can remain in friendship through marriage - first marriage of their parents, then a private marriage, to marvel at other people's children and not to dare constantly repeating: I don't, because the family of one person grows to experience a sense of the immutability of their age, their appearance and behavior to be on one or two bachelors from the memories of his youth.