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with
him
at
its
centre
while
he
compiled
the
list
of
words
he
would
need
,
then
looked
them
up
in
the
dictionary
,
then
wrote
them
out
,
then
practised
their
pronunciation
and
finally
tried
to
learn
them
by
heart
.
The
good
intentions
he
had
had
earlier
,
though
,
seemed
to
have
left
him
completely
,
it
was
the
Italian
who
had
caused
him
all
this
effort
and
sometimes
he
became
so
angry
with
him
that
he
buried
the
dictionary
under
some
papers
firmly
intending
to
do
no
more
preparation
,
but
then
he
realised
he
could
not
walk
up
and
down
in
the
cathedral
with
the
Italian
without
saying
a
word
,
so
,
in
an
even
greater
rage
,
he
pulled
the
dictionary
back
out
again
.
At
exactly
half
past
nine
,
just
when
he
was
about
to
leave
,
there
was
a
telephone
call
for
him
,
Leni
wished
him
good
morning
and
asked
how
he
was
,
K.
thanked
her
hurriedly
and
told
her
it
was
impossible
for
him
to
talk
now
as
he
had
to
go
to
the
cathedral
.
"
To
the
cathedral
?
"
asked
Leni
.
"
Yes
,
to
the
cathedral
.
"
"
What
do
you
have
to
go
to
the
cathedral
for
?
"
said
Leni
.
K.
tried
to
explain
it
to
her
briefly
,
but
he
had
hardly
begun
when
Leni
suddenly
said
,
"
They
're
harassing
you
.
"
One
thing
that
K.
could
not
bear
was
pity
that
he
had
not
wanted
or
expected
,
he
took
his
leave
of
her
with
two
words
,
but
as
he
put
the
receiver
back
in
its
place
he
said
,
half
to
himself
and
half
to
the
girl
on
the
other
end
of
the
line
who
could
no
longer
hear
him
,
"
Yes
,
they
're
harassing
me
.
"
By
now
the
time
was
late
and
there
was
almost
a
danger
he
would
not
be
on
time
.
He
took
a
taxi
to
the
cathedral
,
at
the
last
moment
he
had
remembered
the
album
that
he
had
had
no
opportunity
to
give
to
the
Italian
earlier
and
so
took
it
with
him
now
.
He
held
it
on
his
knees
and
drummed
impatiently
on
it
during
the
whole
journey
.
The
rain
had
eased
off
slightly
but
it
was
still
damp
chilly
and
dark
,
it
would
be
difficult
to
see
anything
in
the
cathedral
but
standing
about
on
cold
flagstones
might
well
make
K.
's
chill
much
worse
.
The
square
in
front
of
the
cathedral
was
quite
empty
,
K.
remembered
how
even
as
a
small
child
he
had
noticed
that
nearly
all
the
houses
in
this
narrow
square
had
the
curtains
at
their
windows
closed
most
of
the
time
,
although
today
,
with
the
weather
like
this
,
it
was
more
understandable
.
The
cathedral
also
seemed
quite
empty
,
of
course
no-one
would
think
of
going
there
on
a
day
like
this
.
K.
hurried
along
both
the
side
naves
but
saw
no-one
but
an
old
woman
who
,
wrapped
up
in
a
warm
shawl
,
was
kneeling
at
a
picture
of
the
Virgin
Mary
and
staring
up
at
it
.
Then
,
in
the
distance
,
he
saw
a
church
official
who
limped
away
through
a
doorway
in
the
wall
.
K.
had
arrived
on
time
,
it
had
struck
ten
just
as
he
was
entering
the
building
,
but
the
Italian
still
was
not
there
.
K.
went
back
to
the
main
entrance
,
stood
there
indecisively
for
a
while
,
and
then
walked
round
the
cathedral
in
the
rain
in
case
the
Italian
was
waiting
at
another
entrance
.
He
was
nowhere
to
be
found
.
Could
the
director
have
misunderstood
what
time
they
had
agreed
on
?
How
could
anyone
understand
someone
like
that
properly
anyway
?
Whatever
had
happened
,
K.
would
have
to
wait
for
him
for
at
least
half
an
hour
.
As
he
was
tired
he
wanted
to
sit
down
,
he
went
back
inside
the
cathedral
,
he
found
something
like
a
small
carpet
on
one
of
the
steps
,
he
moved
it
with
his
foot
to
a
nearby
pew
,
wrapped
himself
up
tighter
in
his
coat
,
put
the
collar
up
and
sat
down
.
To
pass
the
time
he
opened
the
album
and
flicked
through
the
pages
a
little
but
soon
had
to
give
up
as
it
became
so
dark
that
when
he
looked
up
he
could
hardly
make
out
anything
in
the
side
nave
next
to
him
.
In
the
distance
there
was
a
large
triangle
of
candles
flickering
on
the
main
altar
,
K.
was
not
certain
whether
he
had
seen
them
earlier
.
Perhaps
they
had
only
just
been
lit
.
Church
staff
creep
silently
as
part
of
their
job
,
you
do
n't
notice
them
.
When
K.
happened
to
turn
round
he
also
saw
a
tall
,
stout
candle
attached
to
a
column
not
far
behind
him
.
It
was
all
very
pretty
,
but
totally
inadequate
to
illuminate
the
pictures
which
were
usually
left
in
the
darkness
of
the
side
altars
,
and
seemed
to
make
the
darkness
all
the
deeper
.
It
was
discourteous
of
the
Italian
not
to
come
but
it
was
also
sensible
of
him
,
there
would
have
been
nothing
to
see
,
they
would
have
had
to
content
themselves
with
seeking
out
a
few
pictures
with
K.
's
electric
pocket
torch
and
looking
at
them
one
small
part
at
a
time
.
K.
went
over
to
a
nearby
side
chapel
to
see
what
they
could
have
hoped
for
,
he
went
up
a
few
steps
to
a
low
marble
railing
and
leant
over
it
to
look
at
the
altar
picture
by
the
light
of
his
torch
.
The
eternal
light
hung
disturbingly
in
front
of
it
.
The
first
thing
that
K.
partly
saw
and
partly
guessed
at
was
a
large
knight
in
armour
who
was
shown
at
the
far
edge
of
the
painting
.
He
was
leaning
on
his
sword
that
he
had
stuck
into
the
naked
ground
in
front
of
him
where
only
a
few
blades
of
grass
grew
here
and
there
.
He
seemed
to
be
paying
close
attention
to
something
that
was
being
played
out
in
front
of
him
.
It
was
astonishing
to
see
how
he
stood
there
without
going
any
closer
.
Perhaps
it
was
his
job
to
stand
guard
.
It
was
a
long
time
since
K.
had
looked
at
any
pictures
and
he
studied
the
knight
for
a
long
time
even
though
he
had
continually
to
blink
as
he
found
it
difficult
to
bear
the
green
light
of
his
torch
.
Then
when
he
moved
the
light
to
the
other
parts
of
the
picture
he
found
an
interment
of
Christ
shown
in
the
usual
way
,
it
was
also
a
comparatively
new
painting
.
He
put
his
torch
away
and
went
back
to
his
place
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
point
in
waiting
for
the
Italian
any
longer
,
but
outside
it
was
certainly
raining
heavily
,
and
as
it
was
not
so
cold
in
the
cathedral
as
K.
had
expected
he
decided
to
stay
there
for
the
time
being
.
Close
by
him
was
the
great
pulpit
,
there
were
two
plain
golden
crosses
attached
to
its
little
round
roof
which
were
lying
almost
flat
and
whose
tips
crossed
over
each
other
.
The
outside
of
the
pulpit
's
balustrade
was
covered
in
green
foliage
which
continued
down
to
the
column
supporting
it
,
little
angels
could
be
seen
among
the
leaves
,
some
of
them
lively
and
some
of
them
still
.
K.
walked
up
to
the
pulpit
and
examined
it
from
all
sides
,
its
stonework
had
been
sculpted
with
great
care
,
it
seemed
as
if
the
foliage
had
trapped
a
deep
darkness
between
and
behind
its
leaves
and
held
it
there
prisoner
,
K.
lay
his
hand
in
one
of
these
gaps
and
cautiously
felt
the
stone
,
until
then
he
had
been
totally
unaware
of
this
pulpit
's
existence
.
Then
K.
happened
to
notice
one
of
the
church
staff
standing
behind
the
next
row
of
pews
,
he
wore
a
loose
,
creased
,
black
cassock
,
he
held
a
snuff
box
in
his
left
hand
and
he
was
watching
K
.
Now
what
does
he
want
?
thought
K.
Do
I
seem
suspicious
to
him
?
Does
he
want
a
tip
?
But
when
the
man
in
the
cassock
saw
that
K.
had
noticed
him
he
raised
his
right
hand
,
a
pinch
of
snuff
still
held
between
two
fingers
,
and
pointed
in
some
vague
direction
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
understand
what
this
behaviour
meant
,
K.
waited
a
while
longer
but
the
man
in
the
cassock
did
not
stop
gesturing
with
his
hand
and
even
augmented
it
by
nodding
his
head
.
"
Now
what
does
he
want
?
"
asked
K.
quietly
,
he
did
not
dare
call
out
loud
here
;
but
then
he
drew
out
his
purse
and
pushed
his
way
through
the
nearest
pews
to
reach
the
man
.
He
,
however
,
immediately
gestured
to
turn
down
this
offer
,
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
limped
away
.
As
a
child
K.
had
imitated
riding
on
a
horse
with
the
same
sort
of
movement
as
this
limp
.
"
This
old
man
is
like
a
child
,
"
thought
K.
,
"
he
does
n't
have
the
sense
for
anything
more
than
serving
in
a
church
.
Look
at
the
way
he
stops
when
I
stop
,
and
how
he
waits
to
see
whether
I
'll
continue
.
"
With
a
smile
,
K.
followed
the
old
man
all
the
way
up
the
side
nave
and
almost
as
far
as
the
main
altar
,
all
this
time
the
old
man
continued
to
point
at
something
but
K.
deliberately
avoided
looking
round
,
he
was
only
pointing
in
order
to
make
it
harder
for
K.
to
follow
him
.
Eventually
,
K.
did
stop
following
,
he
did
not
want
to
worry
the
old
man
too
much
,
and
he
also
did
not
want
to
frighten
him
away
completely
in
case
the
Italian
turned
up
after
all
.
