Meet the Kafkas - Quadrant Online
"I sit in my room in the headquarters of the noise of the whole apartment ... My father bursts through the door to my room and passes through, his robe trailing ... the ashes are being scraped out of the stove in the next room … there is shouting one word after the other through the foyer. Father is gone; now the subtler, more diffuse, more hopeless noise begins, led by the voices of two canaries"
Source: quadrant.org.au