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Kafka - Poseidon

Poseidon sat at his desk doing endless calculations required to administer all the waters. Though he had many assistants, he insisted on checking all the figures himself, making the assistants of little help. Poseidon did not enjoy this work but did it because it was his assigned duty, and he had filed many petitions for more enjoyable work to no avail. What irritated him most was hearing conceptions of him riding through the tides with his trident, when in reality he sat doing endless calculations, taking only occasional trips to Jupiter to break the monotony. Poseidon had hardly seen the sea and was waiting for the end of the world to finally have time to tour it, having checked the last row of figures

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Kafka - Poseidon

Poseidon sat at his desk doing endless calculations required to administer all the waters. Though he had many assistants, he insisted on checking all the figures himself, making the assistants of little help. Poseidon did not enjoy this work but did it because it was his assigned duty, and he had filed many petitions for more enjoyable work to no avail. What irritated him most was hearing conceptions of him riding through the tides with his trident, when in reality he sat doing endless calculations, taking only occasional trips to Jupiter to break the monotony. Poseidon had hardly seen the sea and was waiting for the end of the world to finally have time to tour it, having checked the last row of figures

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Franz Kafka, Poseidon

Poseidon sat at his desk, doing figures. The administration of all the waters gave him endless
work. He could have had assistants, as many as he wanted and he did have very many but
since he took his job very seriously, he would in the end go over all the figures and calculations
himself, and thus his assistants were of little help to him. It cannot be said that he enjoyed his
work; he did it only because it had been assigned to him; in fact, he had already filed many
petitions for as he put it more cheerful work, but every time the offer of something
different was made to him it would turn out that nothing suited him quite as well as his present
position. And anyhow it was quite difficult to find something different for him. After all, it was
impossible to assign him to a particular sea; aside from the fact that even then the work with
figures would not become less but only pettier, the great Poseidon could in any case occupy only
an executive position. And when a job away from the water was offered to him he would get sick
at the very prospect, his divine breathing would become troubled and his brazen chest began to
tremble. Besides, his complaints were not really taken seriously; when one of the mighty is
vexatious the appearance of an effort must be made to placate him, even when the case is most
hopeless. In actuality a shift of posts was unthinkable for Poseidon he had been appointed God
of the Sea in the beginning, and that he had to remain.
What irritated him most and it was this that was chiefly responsible for his dissatisfaction with
his job was to hear of the conceptions formed about him: how he was always riding about
through the tides with his trident. When all the while he sat here in the depths of the world-ocean,
doing figures uninterruptedly, with now and then a trip to Jupiter as the only break in the
monotony a trip, moreover, from which he usually returned in a rage. Thus he had hardly seen
the sea had seen it but fleetingly in the course of hurried ascents to Olympus, and he had never
actually traveled around it. He was in the habit of saying that what he was waiting for was the fall
of the world; then, probably, a quiet moment would be granted in which, just before the end and
having checked the last row of figures, he would be able to make a quick little tour.
Poseidon became bored with the sea. He let fall his trident. Silently he sat on the rocky coast and
a gull, dazed by his presence, described wavering circles around his head.

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