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Process
Someone
must
have
been
telling
lies
about
Josef
K.
,
he
knew
he
had
done
nothing
wrong
but
,
one
morning
,
he
was
arrested
.
Every
day
at
eight
in
the
morning
he
was
brought
his
breakfast
by
Mrs.
Grubach
's
cook
-
Mrs.
Grubach
was
his
landlady
-
but
today
she
did
n't
come
.
That
had
never
happened
before
.
K.
waited
a
little
while
,
looked
from
his
pillow
at
the
old
woman
who
lived
opposite
and
who
was
watching
him
with
an
inquisitiveness
quite
unusual
for
her
,
and
finally
,
both
hungry
and
disconcerted
,
rang
the
bell
.
There
was
immediately
a
knock
at
the
door
and
a
man
entered
.
He
had
never
seen
the
man
in
this
house
before
.
He
was
slim
but
firmly
built
,
his
clothes
were
black
and
close-fitting
,
with
many
folds
and
pockets
,
buckles
and
buttons
and
a
belt
,
all
of
which
gave
the
impression
of
being
very
practical
but
without
making
it
very
clear
what
they
were
actually
for
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
asked
K.
,
sitting
half
upright
in
his
bed
.
The
man
,
however
,
ignored
the
question
as
if
his
arrival
simply
had
to
be
accepted
,
and
merely
replied
,
"
You
rang
?
"
"
Anna
should
have
brought
me
my
breakfast
,
"
said
K
.
He
tried
to
work
out
who
the
man
actually
was
,
first
in
silence
,
just
through
observation
and
by
thinking
about
it
,
but
the
man
did
n't
stay
still
to
be
looked
at
for
very
long
.
Instead
he
went
over
to
the
door
,
opened
it
slightly
,
and
said
to
someone
who
was
clearly
standing
immediately
behind
it
,
"
He
wants
Anna
to
bring
him
his
breakfast
.
"
There
was
a
little
laughter
in
the
neighbouring
room
,
it
was
not
clear
from
the
sound
of
it
whether
there
were
several
people
laughing
.
The
strange
man
could
not
have
learned
anything
from
it
that
he
had
n't
known
already
,
but
now
he
said
to
K.
,
as
if
making
his
report
"
It
is
not
possible
.
"
"
It
would
be
the
first
time
that
's
happened
,
"
said
K.
,
as
he
jumped
out
of
bed
and
quickly
pulled
on
his
trousers
.
"
I
want
to
see
who
that
is
in
the
next
room
,
and
why
it
is
that
Mrs.
Grubach
has
let
me
be
disturbed
in
this
way
.
"
It
immediately
occurred
to
him
that
he
need
n't
have
said
this
out
loud
,
and
that
he
must
to
some
extent
have
acknowledged
their
authority
by
doing
so
,
but
that
did
n't
seem
important
to
him
at
the
time
.
That
,
at
least
,
is
how
the
stranger
took
it
,
as
he
said
,
"
Do
n't
you
think
you
'd
better
stay
where
you
are
?
"
"
I
want
neither
to
stay
here
nor
to
be
spoken
to
by
you
until
you
've
introduced
yourself
.
"
"
I
meant
it
for
your
own
good
,
"
said
the
stranger
and
opened
the
door
,
this
time
without
being
asked
.
The
next
room
,
which
K.
entered
more
slowly
than
he
had
intended
,
looked
at
first
glance
exactly
the
same
as
it
had
the
previous
evening
.
It
was
Mrs.
Grubach
's
living
room
,
over-filled
with
furniture
,
tablecloths
,
porcelain
and
photographs
.
Perhaps
there
was
a
little
more
space
in
there
than
usual
today
,
but
if
so
it
was
not
immediately
obvious
,
especially
as
the
main
difference
was
the
presence
of
a
man
sitting
by
the
open
window
with
a
book
from
which
he
now
looked
up
.
"
You
should
have
stayed
in
your
room
!
Did
n't
Franz
tell
you
?
"
"
And
what
is
it
you
want
,
then
?
"
said
K.
,
looking
back
and
forth
between
this
new
acquaintance
and
the
one
named
Franz
,
who
had
remained
in
the
doorway
.
Through
the
open
window
he
noticed
the
old
woman
again
,
who
had
come
close
to
the
window
opposite
so
that
she
could
continue
to
see
everything
.
She
was
showing
an
inquisitiveness
that
really
made
it
seem
like
she
was
going
senile
.
"
I
want
to
see
Mrs.
Grubach
...
,
"
said
K.
,
making
a
movement
as
if
tearing
himself
away
from
the
two
men
-
even
though
they
were
standing
well
away
from
him
-
and
wanted
to
go
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
man
at
the
window
,
who
threw
his
book
down
on
a
coffee
table
and
stood
up
.
"
You
ca
n't
go
away
when
you
're
under
arrest
.
"
"
That
's
how
it
seems
,
"
said
K.
"
And
why
am
I
under
arrest
?
"
he
then
asked
.
"
That
's
something
we
're
not
allowed
to
tell
you
.
Go
into
your
room
and
wait
there
.
Proceedings
are
underway
and
you
'll
learn
about
everything
all
in
good
time
.
It
's
not
really
part
of
my
job
to
be
friendly
towards
you
like
this
,
but
I
hope
no-one
,
apart
from
Franz
,
will
hear
about
it
,
and
he
's
been
more
friendly
towards
you
than
he
should
have
been
,
under
the
rules
,
himself
.
If
you
carry
on
having
as
much
good
luck
as
you
have
been
with
your
arresting
officers
then
you
can
reckon
on
things
going
well
with
you
.
"
K.
wanted
to
sit
down
,
but
then
he
saw
that
,
apart
from
the
chair
by
the
window
,
there
was
nowhere
anywhere
in
the
room
where
he
could
sit
.
"
You
'll
get
the
chance
to
see
for
yourself
how
true
all
this
is
,
"
said
Franz
and
both
men
then
walked
up
to
K
.
They
were
significantly
bigger
than
him
,
especially
the
second
man
,
who
frequently
slapped
him
on
the
shoulder
.
The
two
of
them
felt
K.
's
nightshirt
,
and
said
he
would
now
have
to
wear
one
that
was
of
much
lower
quality
,
but
that
they
would
keep
the
nightshirt
along
with
his
other
underclothes
and
return
them
to
him
if
his
case
turned
out
well
.
"
It
's
better
for
you
if
you
give
us
the
things
than
if
you
leave
them
in
the
storeroom
,
"
they
said
.
"
Things
have
a
tendency
to
go
missing
in
the
storeroom
,
and
after
a
certain
amount
of
time
they
sell
things
off
,
whether
the
case
involved
has
come
to
an
end
or
not
.
And
cases
like
this
can
last
a
long
time
,
especially
the
ones
that
have
been
coming
up
lately
.
They
'd
give
you
the
money
they
got
for
them
,
but
it
would
n't
be
very
much
as
it
's
not
what
they
're
offered
for
them
when
they
sell
them
that
counts
,
it
's
how
much
they
get
slipped
on
the
side
,
and
things
like
that
lose
their
value
anyway
when
they
get
passed
on
from
hand
to
hand
,
year
after
year
.
"
K.
paid
hardly
any
attention
to
what
they
were
saying
,
he
did
not
place
much
value
on
what
he
may
have
still
possessed
or
on
who
decided
what
happened
to
them
.
It
was
much
more
important
to
him
to
get
a
clear
understanding
of
his
position
,
but
he
could
not
think
clearly
while
these
people
were
here
,
the
second
policeman
's
belly
-
and
they
could
only
be
policemen
-
looked
friendly
enough
,
sticking
out
towards
him
,
but
when
K.
looked
up
and
saw
his
dry
,
boney
face
it
did
not
seem
to
fit
with
the
body
.
His
strong
nose
twisted
to
one
side
as
if
ignoring
K.
and
sharing
an
understanding
with
the
other
policeman
.
What
sort
of
people
were
these
?
What
were
they
talking
about
?
What
office
did
they
belong
to
?
K.
was
living
in
a
free
country
,
after
all
,
everywhere
was
at
peace
,
all
laws
were
decent
and
were
upheld
,
who
was
it
who
dared
accost
him
in
his
own
home
?
He
was
always
inclined
to
take
life
as
lightly
as
he
could
,
to
cross
bridges
when
he
came
to
them
,
pay
no
heed
for
the
future
,
even
when
everything
seemed
under
threat
.
But
here
that
did
not
seem
the
right
thing
to
do
.
He
could
have
taken
it
all
as
a
joke
,
a
big
joke
set
up
by
his
colleagues
at
the
bank
for
some
unknown
reason
,
or
also
perhaps
because
today
was
his
thirtieth
birthday
,
it
was
all
possible
of
course
,
maybe
all
he
had
to
do
was
laugh
in
the
policemen
's
face
in
some
way
and
they
would
laugh
with
him
,
maybe
they
were
tradesmen
from
the
corner
of
the
street
,
they
looked
like
they
might
be
-
but
he
was
nonetheless
determined
,
ever
since
he
first
caught
sight
of
the
one
called
Franz
,
not
to
lose
any
slight
advantage
he
might
have
had
over
these
people
.
There
was
a
very
slight
risk
that
people
would
later
say
he
could
n't
understand
a
joke
,
but
-
although
he
was
n't
normally
in
the
habit
of
learning
from
experience
-
he
might
also
have
had
a
few
unimportant
occasions
in
mind
when
,
unlike
his
more
cautious
friends
,
he
had
acted
with
no
thought
at
all
for
what
might
follow
and
had
been
made
to
suffer
for
it
.
He
did
n't
want
that
to
happen
again
,
not
this
time
at
least
;
if
they
were
play-acting
he
would
act
along
with
them
.
He
still
had
time
.
"
Allow
me
,
"
he
said
,
and
hurried
between
the
two
policemen
through
into
his
room
.
"
He
seems
sensible
enough
,
"
he
heard
them
say
behind
him
.
Once
in
his
room
,
he
quickly
pulled
open
the
drawer
of
his
writing
desk
,
everything
in
it
was
very
tidy
but
in
his
agitation
he
was
unable
to
find
the
identification
documents
he
was
looking
for
straight
away
.
He
finally
found
his
bicycle
permit
and
was
about
to
go
back
to
the
policemen
with
it
when
it
seemed
to
him
too
petty
,
so
he
carried
on
searching
until
he
found
his
birth
certificate
.
Just
as
he
got
back
in
the
adjoining
room
the
door
on
the
other
side
opened
and
Mrs.
Grubach
was
about
to
enter
.
He
only
saw
her
for
an
instant
,
for
as
soon
as
she
recognised
K.
she
was
clearly
embarrassed
,
asked
for
forgiveness
and
disappeared
,
closing
the
door
behind
her
very
carefully
.
"
Do
come
in
,
"
K.
could
have
said
just
then
.
But
now
he
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
with
his
papers
in
his
hand
and
still
looking
at
the
door
which
did
not
open
again
.
He
stayed
like
that
until
he
was
startled
out
of
it
by
the
shout
of
the
policeman
who
sat
at
the
little
table
at
the
open
window
and
,
as
K.
now
saw
,
was
eating
his
breakfast
.
"
Why
did
n't
she
come
in
?
"
he
asked
.
"
She
's
not
allowed
to
,
"
said
the
big
policeman
.
"
You
're
under
arrest
,
are
n't
you
.
"
"
But
how
can
I
be
under
arrest
?
And
how
come
it
's
like
this
?
"
"
Now
you
're
starting
again
,
"
said
the
policeman
,
dipping
a
piece
of
buttered
bread
in
the
honeypot
.
"
We
do
n't
answer
questions
like
that
.
"
"
You
will
have
to
answer
them
,
"
said
K.
"
Here
are
my
identification
papers
,
now
show
me
yours
and
I
certainly
want
to
see
the
arrest
warrant
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
said
the
policeman
.
"
In
a
position
like
yours
,
and
you
think
you
can
start
giving
orders
,
do
you
?
It
wo
n't
do
you
any
good
to
get
us
on
the
wrong
side
,
even
if
you
think
it
will
-
we
're
probably
more
on
your
side
that
anyone
else
you
know
!
"
"
That
's
true
,
you
know
,
you
'd
better
believe
it
,
"
said
Franz
,
holding
a
cup
of
coffee
in
his
hand
which
he
did
not
lift
to
his
mouth
but
looked
at
K.
in
a
way
that
was
probably
meant
to
be
full
of
meaning
but
could
not
actually
be
understood
.
K.
found
himself
,
without
intending
it
,
in
a
mute
dialogue
with
Franz
,
but
then
slapped
his
hand
down
on
his
papers
and
said
,
"
Here
are
my
identity
documents
.
"
"
And
what
do
you
want
us
to
do
about
it
?
"
replied
the
big
policeman
,
loudly
.
"
The
way
you
're
carrying
on
,
it
's
worse
than
a
child
.
What
is
it
you
want
?
Do
you
want
to
get
this
great
,
bloody
trial
of
yours
over
with
quickly
by
talking
about
ID
and
arrest
warrants
with
us
?
We
're
just
coppers
,
that
's
all
we
are
.
Junior
officers
like
us
hardly
know
one
end
of
an
ID
card
from
another
,
all
we
've
got
to
do
with
you
is
keep
an
eye
on
you
for
ten
hours
a
day
and
get
paid
for
it
.
That
's
all
we
are
.
Mind
you
,
what
we
can
do
is
make
sure
that
the
high
officials
we
work
for
find
out
just
what
sort
of
person
it
is
they
're
going
to
arrest
,
and
why
he
should
be
arrested
,
before
they
issue
the
warrant
.
There
's
no
mistake
there
.
Our
authorities
as
far
as
I
know
,
and
I
only
know
the
lowest
grades
,
do
n't
go
out
looking
for
guilt
among
the
public
;
it
's
the
guilt
that
draws
them
out
,
like
it
says
in
the
law
,
and
they
have
to
send
us
police
officers
out
.
That
's
the
law
.
Where
d'you
think
there
'd
be
any
mistake
there
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
this
law
,
"
said
K.
"
So
much
the
worse
for
you
,
then
,
"
said
the
policeman
.
"
It
's
probably
exists
only
in
your
heads
,
"
said
K.
,
he
wanted
,
in
some
way
,
to
insinuate
his
way
into
the
thoughts
of
the
policemen
,
to
re-shape
those
thoughts
to
his
benefit
or
to
make
himself
at
home
there
.
But
the
policeman
just
said
dismissively
,
"
You
'll
find
out
when
it
affects
you
.
"
Franz
joined
in
,
and
said
,
"
Look
at
this
,
Willem
,
he
admits
he
does
n't
know
the
law
and
at
the
same
time
insists
he
's
innocent
.
"
"
You
're
quite
right
,
but
we
ca
n't
get
him
to
understand
a
thing
,
"
said
the
other
.
K.
stopped
talking
with
them
;
do
I
,
he
thought
to
himself
,
do
I
really
have
to
carry
on
getting
tangled
up
with
the
chattering
of
base
functionaries
like
this
?
-
and
they
admit
themselves
that
they
are
of
the
lowest
position
.
They
're
talking
about
things
of
which
they
do
n't
have
the
slightest
understanding
,
anyway
.
It
's
only
because
of
their
stupidity
that
they
're
able
to
be
so
sure
of
themselves
.
I
just
need
few
words
with
someone
of
the
same
social
standing
as
myself
and
everything
will
be
incomparably
clearer
,
much
clearer
than
a
long
conversation
with
these
two
can
make
it
.
He
walked
up
and
down
the
free
space
in
the
room
a
couple
of
times
,
across
the
street
he
could
see
the
old
woman
who
,
now
,
had
pulled
an
old
man
,
much
older
than
herself
,
up
to
the
window
and
had
her
arms
around
him
.
K.
had
to
put
an
end
to
this
display
,
"
Take
me
to
your
superior
,
"
he
said
.
"
As
soon
as
he
wants
to
see
you
.
Not
before
,
"
said
the
policeman
,
the
one
called
Willem
.
"
And
now
my
advice
to
you
,
"
he
added
,
"
is
to
go
into
your
room
,
stay
calm
,
and
wait
and
see
what
's
to
be
done
with
you
.
If
you
take
our
advice
,
you
wo
n't
tire
yourself
out
thinking
about
things
to
no
purpose
,
you
need
to
pull
yourself
together
as
there
's
a
lot
that
's
going
to
required
of
you
.
You
've
not
behaved
towards
us
the
way
we
deserve
after
being
so
good
to
you
,
you
forget
that
we
,
whatever
we
are
,
we
're
still
free
men
and
you
're
not
,
and
that
's
quite
an
advantage
.
But
in
spite
of
all
that
we
're
still
willing
,
if
you
've
got
the
money
,
to
go
and
get
you
some
breakfast
from
the
café
over
the
road
.
"
