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Without
giving
any
answer
to
this
offer
,
K.
stood
still
for
some
time
.
Perhaps
,
if
he
opened
the
door
of
the
next
room
or
even
the
front
door
,
the
two
of
them
would
not
dare
to
stand
in
his
way
,
perhaps
that
would
be
the
simplest
way
to
settle
the
whole
thing
,
by
bringing
it
to
a
head
.
But
maybe
they
would
grab
him
,
and
if
he
were
thrown
down
on
the
ground
he
would
lose
all
the
advantage
he
,
in
a
certain
respect
,
had
over
them
.
So
he
decided
on
the
more
certain
solution
,
the
way
things
would
go
in
the
natural
course
of
events
,
and
went
back
in
his
room
without
another
word
either
from
him
or
from
the
policemen
.
He
threw
himself
down
on
his
bed
,
and
from
the
dressing
table
he
took
the
nice
apple
that
he
had
put
there
the
previous
evening
for
his
breakfast
.
Now
it
was
all
the
breakfast
he
had
and
anyway
,
as
he
confirmed
as
soon
as
he
took
his
first
,
big
bite
of
it
,
it
was
far
better
than
a
breakfast
he
could
have
had
through
the
good
will
of
the
policemen
from
the
dirty
café
.
He
felt
well
and
confident
,
he
had
failed
to
go
into
work
at
the
bank
this
morning
but
that
could
easily
be
excused
because
of
the
relatively
high
position
he
held
there
.
Should
he
really
send
in
his
explanation
?
He
wondered
about
it
.
If
nobody
believed
him
,
and
in
this
case
that
would
be
understandable
,
he
could
bring
Mrs.
Grubach
in
as
a
witness
,
or
even
the
old
pair
from
across
the
street
,
who
probably
even
now
were
on
their
way
over
to
the
window
opposite
.
It
puzzled
K.
,
at
least
it
puzzled
him
looking
at
it
from
the
policemen
's
point
of
view
,
that
they
had
made
him
go
into
the
room
and
left
him
alone
there
,
where
he
had
ten
different
ways
of
killing
himself
.
At
the
same
time
,
though
,
he
asked
himself
,
this
time
looking
at
it
from
his
own
point
of
view
,
what
reason
he
could
have
to
do
so
.
Because
those
two
were
sitting
there
in
the
next
room
and
had
taken
his
breakfast
,
perhaps
?
It
would
have
been
so
pointless
to
kill
himself
that
,
even
if
he
had
wanted
to
,
the
pointlessness
would
have
made
him
unable
.
Maybe
,
if
the
policemen
had
not
been
so
obviously
limited
in
their
mental
abilities
,
it
could
have
been
supposed
that
they
had
come
to
the
same
conclusion
and
saw
no
danger
in
leaving
him
alone
because
of
it
.
They
could
watch
now
,
if
they
wanted
,
and
see
how
he
went
over
to
the
cupboard
in
the
wall
where
he
kept
a
bottle
of
good
schnapps
,
how
he
first
emptied
a
glass
of
it
in
place
of
his
breakfast
and
how
he
then
took
a
second
glassful
in
order
to
give
himself
courage
,
the
last
one
just
as
a
precaution
for
the
unlikely
chance
it
would
be
needed
.
Then
he
was
so
startled
by
a
shout
to
him
from
the
other
room
that
he
struck
his
teeth
against
the
glass
.
"
The
supervisor
wants
to
see
you
!
"
a
voice
said
.
It
was
only
the
shout
that
startled
him
,
this
curt
,
abrupt
,
military
shout
,
that
he
would
not
have
expected
from
the
policeman
called
Franz
.
In
itself
,
he
found
the
order
very
welcome
.
"
At
last
!
"
he
called
back
,
locked
the
cupboard
and
,
without
delay
,
hurried
into
the
next
room
.
The
two
policemen
were
standing
there
and
chased
him
back
into
his
bedroom
as
if
that
were
a
matter
of
course
.
"
What
d'you
think
you
're
doing
?
"
they
cried
.
"
Think
you
're
going
to
see
the
supervisor
dressed
in
just
your
shirt
,
do
you
?
He
'd
see
to
it
you
got
a
right
thumping
,
and
us
and
all
!
"
"
Let
go
of
me
for
God
's
sake
!
"
called
K.
,
who
had
already
been
pushed
back
as
far
as
his
wardrobe
,
"
if
you
accost
me
when
I
'm
still
in
bed
you
ca
n't
expect
to
find
me
in
my
evening
dress
.
"
"
That
wo
n't
help
you
,
"
said
the
policemen
,
who
always
became
very
quiet
,
almost
sad
,
when
K.
began
to
shout
,
and
in
that
way
confused
him
or
,
to
some
extent
,
brought
him
to
his
senses
.
"
Ridiculous
formalities
!
"
he
grumbled
,
as
he
lifted
his
coat
from
the
chair
and
kept
it
in
both
his
hands
for
a
little
while
,
as
if
holding
it
out
for
the
policemen
's
inspection
.
They
shook
their
heads
.
"
It
's
got
to
be
a
black
coat
,
"
they
said
.
At
that
,
K.
threw
the
coat
to
the
floor
and
said
-
without
knowing
even
himself
what
he
meant
by
it
-
"
Well
it
's
not
going
to
be
the
main
trial
,
after
all
.
"
The
policemen
laughed
,
but
continued
to
insist
,
"
It
's
got
to
be
a
black
coat
.
"
"
Well
that
's
alright
by
me
if
it
makes
things
go
any
faster
,
"
said
K
.
He
opened
the
wardrobe
himself
,
spent
a
long
time
searching
through
all
the
clothes
,
and
chose
his
best
black
suit
which
had
a
short
jacket
that
had
greatly
surprised
those
who
knew
him
,
then
he
also
pulled
out
a
fresh
shirt
and
began
,
carefully
,
to
get
dressed
.
He
secretly
told
himself
that
he
had
succeeded
in
speeding
things
up
by
letting
the
policemen
forget
to
make
him
have
a
bath
.
He
watched
them
to
see
if
they
might
remember
after
all
,
but
of
course
it
never
occurred
to
them
,
although
Willem
did
not
forget
to
send
Franz
up
to
the
supervisor
with
the
message
saying
that
K.
was
getting
dressed
.
Once
he
was
properly
dressed
,
K.
had
to
pass
by
Willem
as
he
went
through
the
next
room
into
the
one
beyond
,
the
door
of
which
was
already
wide
open
.
K.
knew
very
well
that
this
room
had
recently
been
let
to
a
typist
called
"
Miss
Bürstner
"
.
She
was
in
the
habit
of
going
out
to
work
very
early
and
coming
back
home
very
late
,
and
K.
had
never
exchanged
more
than
a
few
words
of
greeting
with
her
.
Now
,
her
bedside
table
had
been
pulled
into
the
middle
of
the
room
to
be
used
as
a
desk
for
these
proceedings
,
and
the
supervisor
sat
behind
it
.
He
had
his
legs
crossed
,
and
had
thrown
one
arm
over
the
backrest
of
the
chair
.
In
one
corner
of
the
room
there
were
three
young
people
looking
at
the
photographs
belonging
to
Miss
Bürstner
that
had
been
put
into
a
piece
of
fabric
on
the
wall
.
Hung
up
on
the
handle
of
the
open
window
was
a
white
blouse
.
At
the
window
across
the
street
,
there
was
the
old
pair
again
,
although
now
their
number
had
increased
,
as
behind
them
,
and
far
taller
than
they
were
,
stood
a
man
with
an
open
shirt
that
showed
his
chest
and
a
reddish
goatee
beard
which
he
squeezed
and
twisted
with
his
fingers
.
"
Josef
K.
?
"
asked
the
supervisor
,
perhaps
merely
to
attract
K.
's
attention
as
he
looked
round
the
room
.
K.
nodded
.
"
I
daresay
you
were
quite
surprised
by
all
that
's
been
taking
place
this
morning
,
"
said
the
supervisor
as
,
with
both
hands
,
he
pushed
away
the
few
items
on
the
bedside
table
-
the
candle
and
box
of
matches
,
a
book
and
a
pin
cushion
which
lay
there
as
if
they
were
things
he
would
need
for
his
own
business
.
"
Certainly
,
"
said
K.
,
and
he
began
to
feel
relaxed
now
that
,
at
last
,
he
stood
in
front
of
someone
with
some
sense
,
someone
with
whom
he
would
be
able
to
talk
about
his
situation
.
"
Certainly
I
'm
surprised
,
but
I
'm
not
in
any
way
very
surprised
.
"
"
You
're
not
very
surprised
?
"
asked
the
supervisor
,
as
he
positioned
the
candle
in
the
middle
of
the
table
and
the
other
things
in
a
group
around
it
.
"
Perhaps
you
do
n't
quite
understand
me
,
"
K.
hurriedly
pointed
out
.
"
What
I
mean
is
...
"
here
K.
broke
off
what
he
was
saying
and
looked
round
for
somewhere
to
sit
.
"
I
may
sit
down
,
may
n't
I
?
"
he
asked
.
"
That
's
not
usual
,
"
the
supervisor
answered
.
"
What
I
mean
is
...
,
"
said
K.
without
delaying
a
second
time
,
"
that
,
yes
,
I
am
very
surprised
but
when
you
've
been
in
the
world
for
thirty
years
already
and
had
to
make
your
own
way
through
everything
yourself
,
which
has
been
my
lot
,
then
you
become
hardened
to
surprises
and
do
n't
take
them
too
hard
.
Especially
not
what
's
happened
today
.
"
"
Why
especially
not
what
's
happened
today
?
"
"
I
would
n't
want
to
say
that
I
see
all
of
this
as
a
joke
,
you
seem
to
have
gone
to
too
much
trouble
making
all
these
arrangements
for
that
.
Everyone
in
the
house
must
be
taking
part
in
it
as
well
as
all
of
you
,
that
would
be
going
beyond
what
could
be
a
joke
.
So
I
do
n't
want
to
say
that
this
is
a
joke
.
"
"
Quite
right
,
"
said
the
supervisor
,
looking
to
see
how
many
matches
were
left
in
the
box
.
"
But
on
the
other
hand
,
"
K.
went
on
,
looking
round
at
everyone
there
and
even
wishing
he
could
get
the
attention
of
the
three
who
were
looking
at
the
photographs
,
"
on
the
other
hand
this
really
ca
n't
be
all
that
important
.
That
follows
from
the
fact
that
I
've
been
indicted
,
but
ca
n't
think
of
the
slightest
offence
for
which
I
could
be
indicted
.
