When I was a senior in high school, some friends and I had a campus club that, among other wholesome activities, held a Franz Kafka Lookalike contest. I won, though the results were always a bit suspect. (We had no picture of Kafka, and thus had no idea what he looked like.)
For my birthday last week, daughter Nora gave me a Franz Kafka refrigerator magnet/finger puppet. I think the resemblance is striking, don’t you?