this is me

I am one of Kafka's eleven sons: "My third son is handsome too, but not in a way that I appreciate. He has the good looks of a singer: the curving lips; the dreaming eye; the kind of head that asks for drapery behind it to make it effective; the too-deeply arched chest; hands that are quick to fly up and much too quick to fall limp; legs that move delicately because they cannot support a weight. And besides: the tone of his voice is not round and full; it takes you in for a moment; the connoisseur pricks up his ears; but almost at once its breath gives out.-Although, in general, everything tempts me to bring this son of mine into the limelight, I prefer to keep him in the background; he himself is not insistent, yet not because his is aware of his shortcomings but out of innocence. Moreover, he does not feel at home in our age; as if he admittedbelonging to our family, yet knew that he belonged also to another which he has lost forever, he is often melancholy and nothing can cheer him."