Kafka is one of my favourite conversational topics while inebriated:
Friend: Do you think a romantic component is necessary for a novel to be great?
Me: No, I don’t think so… Think of Kafka. Like Metamorphosis.
Friend: You’re right… When you find yourself transformed into a bug, there’s no time for romance.
Me: I know, right!? Like, he was getting poked by his family and started bleeding and shit!
Friend: OMG, I know, WTF.