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芦賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞貙 賱賷爻 亘賷丿賰 廿賱丕 兀賳 鬲賯亘賱 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 賰賲丕 賴賷. 賵賯亘賱 賴匕丕 賵匕丕賰貙 賱丕 鬲賱賮鬲 丕賱兀賳馗丕乇 廿賱賷賰! 兀亘賯 毓賱賶 賮賲賰 賲睾賱賯賸丕貙 賲賴賲丕 賰丕賳 匕賱賰 囟丿 胤亘賷毓鬲賰! 賵噩亘 兀賳 鬲賮賴賲 兀賳 賵乇丕亍 賴匕丕 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱毓馗賷賲 賱賱毓丿丕賱丞 丨丕賱丞 賲賳 丕賱鬲賵丕夭賳禄.
賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲毓丕賱噩丞 丕賱兀禺丕匕丞 賱乇賵丕賷丞 芦丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞禄 賰乇賵丕賷丞 賲氐賵乇丞貙 賳賯乇兀 丕賱賯氐丞 丕賱賰卅賷亘丞 賱噩賵夭賷賮 賰貙 丕賱匕賷 丕毓鬲賯賱 匕丕鬲 氐亘丕丨 丿賵賳 兀賳 鬲購卮乇丨 賱賴 丕賱兀爻亘丕亘貙 賱賷噩丿 賳賮爻賴 賮賷 氐乇丕毓 賲乇賷乇 囟丿 廿噩乇丕亍丕鬲 賯囟丕卅賷丞 賮賷 睾丕賷丞 丕賱睾賲賵囟. 賵賷購賯匕賮 亘賴 賲賳 賲賵丕噩賴丞 鬲亘毓孬 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲卮賵卮 廿賱賶 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱賷賴丕貙 賵賲賳 孬賻賲賻賾 鬲鬲賳丕賲賶 亘丿丕禺賱賴 賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱廿丨亘丕胤 賲賳 兀賳 賷孬亘鬲 亘乇丕亍鬲賴 賮賷 賲賵丕噩賴丞 鬲購賴賲 賲噩賴賵賱丞. 賮賷 賱賵丨丞 卮丿賷丿丞 丕賱賵囟賵丨 賱賱亘賷乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 丕賱賲鬲爻賱胤丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲丿賴爻 丨賷丕丞 賲賵丕胤賳賷賴丕 丕賱賲睾乇賻賾亘賷賳. 賵賱賴匕丕 賮廿賳 芦丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞禄 賲賳丕爻亘丞 賱賲賯鬲囟賶 丕賱丨丕賱 丕賱丌賳 賲孬賱賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 丿丕卅賲賸丕.
鬲丨賲賷賱 乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 賱賮乇丕賳夭 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱乇丕亘胤
賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲毓丕賱噩丞 丕賱兀禺丕匕丞 賱乇賵丕賷丞 芦丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞禄 賰乇賵丕賷丞 賲氐賵乇丞貙 賳賯乇兀 丕賱賯氐丞 丕賱賰卅賷亘丞 賱噩賵夭賷賮 賰貙 丕賱匕賷 丕毓鬲賯賱 匕丕鬲 氐亘丕丨 丿賵賳 兀賳 鬲購卮乇丨 賱賴 丕賱兀爻亘丕亘貙 賱賷噩丿 賳賮爻賴 賮賷 氐乇丕毓 賲乇賷乇 囟丿 廿噩乇丕亍丕鬲 賯囟丕卅賷丞 賮賷 睾丕賷丞 丕賱睾賲賵囟. 賵賷購賯匕賮 亘賴 賲賳 賲賵丕噩賴丞 鬲亘毓孬 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲卮賵卮 廿賱賶 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱賷賴丕貙 賵賲賳 孬賻賲賻賾 鬲鬲賳丕賲賶 亘丿丕禺賱賴 賲卮丕毓乇 丕賱廿丨亘丕胤 賲賳 兀賳 賷孬亘鬲 亘乇丕亍鬲賴 賮賷 賲賵丕噩賴丞 鬲購賴賲 賲噩賴賵賱丞. 賮賷 賱賵丨丞 卮丿賷丿丞 丕賱賵囟賵丨 賱賱亘賷乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 丕賱賲鬲爻賱胤丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲丿賴爻 丨賷丕丞 賲賵丕胤賳賷賴丕 丕賱賲睾乇賻賾亘賷賳. 賵賱賴匕丕 賮廿賳 芦丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞禄 賲賳丕爻亘丞 賱賲賯鬲囟賶 丕賱丨丕賱 丕賱丌賳 賲孬賱賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 丿丕卅賲賸丕.
鬲丨賲賷賱 乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 賱賮乇丕賳夭 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱乇丕亘胤
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First published January 1, 1925
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Franz Kafka
3,241听books35.6k听followersPrague-born writer Franz Kafka wrote in German, and his stories, such as "
The Metamorphosis
" (1916), and posthumously published novels, including
The Trial
(1925), concern troubled individuals in a nightmarishly impersonal world.
Jewish middle-class family of this major fiction writer of the 20th century spoke German. People consider his unique body of much incomplete writing, mainly published posthumously, among the most influential in European literature.
His stories include "The Metamorphosis" (1912) and " In the Penal Colony " (1914), whereas his posthumous novels include The Trial (1925), The Castle (1926) and Amerika (1927).
Despite first language, Kafka also spoke fluent Czech. Later, Kafka acquired some knowledge of the French language and culture from Flaubert, one of his favorite authors.
Kafka first studied chemistry at the Charles-Ferdinand University of Prague but after two weeks switched to law. This study offered a range of career possibilities, which pleased his father, and required a longer course of study that gave Kafka time to take classes in German studies and art history. At the university, he joined a student club, named Lese- und Redehalle der Deutschen Studenten, which organized literary events, readings, and other activities. In the end of his first year of studies, he met Max Brod, a close friend of his throughout his life, together with the journalist Felix Weltsch, who also studied law. Kafka obtained the degree of doctor of law on 18 June 1906 and performed an obligatory year of unpaid service as law clerk for the civil and criminal courts.
Writing of Kafka attracted little attention before his death. During his lifetime, he published only a few short stories and never finished any of his novels except the very short "The Metamorphosis." Kafka wrote to Max Brod, his friend and literary executor: "Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, [is] to be burned unread." Brod told Kafka that he intended not to honor these wishes, but Kafka, so knowing, nevertheless consequently gave these directions specifically to Brod, who, so reasoning, overrode these wishes. Brod in fact oversaw the publication of most of work of Kafka in his possession; these works quickly began to attract attention and high critical regard.
Max Brod encountered significant difficulty in compiling notebooks of Kafka into any chronological order as Kafka started writing in the middle of notebooks, from the last towards the first, et cetera.
Kafka wrote all his published works in German except several letters in Czech to Milena Jesensk谩.
Jewish middle-class family of this major fiction writer of the 20th century spoke German. People consider his unique body of much incomplete writing, mainly published posthumously, among the most influential in European literature.
His stories include "The Metamorphosis" (1912) and " In the Penal Colony " (1914), whereas his posthumous novels include The Trial (1925), The Castle (1926) and Amerika (1927).
Despite first language, Kafka also spoke fluent Czech. Later, Kafka acquired some knowledge of the French language and culture from Flaubert, one of his favorite authors.
Kafka first studied chemistry at the Charles-Ferdinand University of Prague but after two weeks switched to law. This study offered a range of career possibilities, which pleased his father, and required a longer course of study that gave Kafka time to take classes in German studies and art history. At the university, he joined a student club, named Lese- und Redehalle der Deutschen Studenten, which organized literary events, readings, and other activities. In the end of his first year of studies, he met Max Brod, a close friend of his throughout his life, together with the journalist Felix Weltsch, who also studied law. Kafka obtained the degree of doctor of law on 18 June 1906 and performed an obligatory year of unpaid service as law clerk for the civil and criminal courts.
Writing of Kafka attracted little attention before his death. During his lifetime, he published only a few short stories and never finished any of his novels except the very short "The Metamorphosis." Kafka wrote to Max Brod, his friend and literary executor: "Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, [is] to be burned unread." Brod told Kafka that he intended not to honor these wishes, but Kafka, so knowing, nevertheless consequently gave these directions specifically to Brod, who, so reasoning, overrode these wishes. Brod in fact oversaw the publication of most of work of Kafka in his possession; these works quickly began to attract attention and high critical regard.
Max Brod encountered significant difficulty in compiling notebooks of Kafka into any chronological order as Kafka started writing in the middle of notebooks, from the last towards the first, et cetera.
Kafka wrote all his published works in German except several letters in Czech to Milena Jesensk谩.
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It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary
Nothing speaks a more profound truth than a pristine metaphor鈥�
Funny, us, worming through the world ascribing meaning, logic and order to the dumb, blind forces of void. It鈥檚 all one can do to maintain sanity in the absurd reality of existence, but what is it worth? Are we trees in gale force winds fighting back with fists we do not possess? Is life the love of a cold, cruel former lover bating us on while only concerned with themselves? What use is logic in an illogical prison where the opinion of the masses reigns supreme? Franz Kafka鈥檚 The Trial is the world we all live in, unlocked through layers of allegory to expose the beast hidden from plain sight. On the surface it is an exquisite examination of bureaucracy and bourgeoisie with a Law system so complex and far-reaching that even key members are unable to unravel it鈥檚 complicated clockwork. However, this story of a trial鈥攐ne that never occurs other than an arrest and a solitary conference that goes nowhere鈥攐ver an unmentioned crime serves as a brutal allegory for our existence within a judgemental societal paradigm under the watch of a God who dishes out hellfire to the guilty. This is a world where man鈥檚 noose is only a doorway. The Trial is not for the faint of heart or fragile psyche yet, while the bleakness is laid on thick, it is also permeated with a marvelous sense of humor and a fluid prose that keeps the pages flipping and the reading hours pushing forward towards dawn. This is a dark comedy of the human comedy, full of the freeing chortles of gallow humor. Kafka鈥檚 nightmarish vision is the heartbeat of our own existence, chronicling the frustrations of futility when applying logic to the reality of the absurd, yet factual, nature of life.
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested.
This memorable opening line is the perfect establishing shot for Kafka鈥檚, and Joseph K.鈥檚, world. One can be sure of their innocence, yet fall to the blade all the same. The most startling and accurate portrayal of mankind is found when K. goes to visit the painter in the slums and finds
Children, such as the child crying in a pool of yellow filth, are a key motif in the novel. Their parents are never apparent and they run like wild animals. The gaggle of young girls outside the painters apartment perfectly reflect the wild masses of ignorance, defying respect for privacy and barging into places they aren鈥檛 wanted, needed or even should be simply because they can. One girl is described as hunchbacked and not yet an adult, yet full of sexuality which she asserts over K. 鈥�Neither her youth nor her deformity had prevented her early corruption.鈥� These girls, we are told, also belong to the court, another place where the persona is depicted more like beast than man, preying on those around them with their lusts. Take, for example, the student in the attic courtroom who asserts his dominance over the married women through his power. He, too, is slightly deformed with bow-legs that call to mind classic depictions of Satan with his animalistic torso and hoofed feet, and bushy red beard like something from nature and not urban society. He also snaps at K.鈥檚 hand with his teeth in defense, like a dog(Like a dog鈥� is the final line of dialogue in the novel, concerning a violent and abrupt execution. Seemingly we are nothing above the beasts of the world.), which isn鈥檛 how one would expect an educated man of the Law to respond. Even all the textbooks are actually just pornography, the court filled with carnal desires instead of logic and learned reasoning.
This is the force of nature K, and all of us, fight against when attempting to address our condition with logic. We are nothing but dogs pit into a dogfight of which we had no free will in being placed. K. is a free-thinker drown by the obdurate glare of the masses, condemned for something unknown and never given an opportunity to prove innocence.
That is why this story is presented as an allegory. The Trial is not a story about the Law or bureaucracy despite the outward appearance. This is society as a whole and pushes towards a religious allegory that is difficult to swallow. K. is told that even if he is acquitted, he may return home to be arrested again. Our reputation is unshakable and even when you prove your innocence over slander, people will still hold it against you. The word 鈥榓llegedly鈥� is wonderfully damning in this way. K. hears that there is legend of lawyers getting clients fully acquitted, but no proof of this exists. Nobody even knows who these lawyers are. There is also higher courts, higher judges that nobody knows the name of that also seem to exist only in legend. These unseen, unknowable eyes of justice are like the eyes of God. One may be acquitted amongst their peers, but their soul goes to a higher court that will rule the final verdict. 鈥�Can鈥檛 you see two steps in front of you,鈥� the Priest shrieks at K., chastising him for his inability to look beyond his assumptions of the world and his logic. He proceeds with a parable that summarizes K.鈥檚, and everyone鈥檚, fate in the world in which a man is denied entrance into the halls of the Law. He waits his whole life, pestering the gatekeeper. Moments before his death of old age, the gatekeeper reveals that the entrance was meant solely for him, then closes the gates. The perfect expression of futility. K. protests that the man was deceived, yet the Priest argues that deception is not in the story. What we have is the absurd, K. wishing to assess his trial through due-process and logical reasoning, but failing to see that such verdicts are beyond that.
The court wants nothing from you. It receives you when you came and it dismisses you when you go.
The painter shows K. a portrait of a judge, depicted above his own post (the portrait a gift to a woman鈥攜et another example of the abuse of power for carnal desire), but the most striking image is that of Justice. Justice is painted with winged feet, in motion at the request of the court, to also represent Victory. Yet the real horror is revealed when K. discovers the blending creates an image more akin to the God of The Hunt. We have a court system, a religious system, a moral system, that is more concerned with victory than actual justice, and seeks out prey for sport. We are all victims to this system, a system that is self-sustaining, 鈥榯oo big to fail鈥�, and incorporates everyone. Nobody is safe from the system, and nobody is not a part of it. K. is the sacrificial victim of all of us, his death and futility a parable of our own endeavors in this, and the next, life. Kafka鈥檚 The Trial is just as important today as when it was written. It is a book that will leave you gasping for air, and thankful for it.
5/5
鈥�One must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it upon himself to alter the dispositions of things around him, he ran the risk of losing his footing and falling to destruction, while the organization would simply right itself by some compensating reaction in another part of its machinery 鈥� since everything interlocked 鈥� and remain unchanged, unless, indeed, which was very probable, it became still more rigid, more vigilant, severer, and more ruthless.鈥�
Nothing speaks a more profound truth than a pristine metaphor鈥�
Funny, us, worming through the world ascribing meaning, logic and order to the dumb, blind forces of void. It鈥檚 all one can do to maintain sanity in the absurd reality of existence, but what is it worth? Are we trees in gale force winds fighting back with fists we do not possess? Is life the love of a cold, cruel former lover bating us on while only concerned with themselves? What use is logic in an illogical prison where the opinion of the masses reigns supreme? Franz Kafka鈥檚 The Trial is the world we all live in, unlocked through layers of allegory to expose the beast hidden from plain sight. On the surface it is an exquisite examination of bureaucracy and bourgeoisie with a Law system so complex and far-reaching that even key members are unable to unravel it鈥檚 complicated clockwork. However, this story of a trial鈥攐ne that never occurs other than an arrest and a solitary conference that goes nowhere鈥攐ver an unmentioned crime serves as a brutal allegory for our existence within a judgemental societal paradigm under the watch of a God who dishes out hellfire to the guilty. This is a world where man鈥檚 noose is only a doorway. The Trial is not for the faint of heart or fragile psyche yet, while the bleakness is laid on thick, it is also permeated with a marvelous sense of humor and a fluid prose that keeps the pages flipping and the reading hours pushing forward towards dawn. This is a dark comedy of the human comedy, full of the freeing chortles of gallow humor. Kafka鈥檚 nightmarish vision is the heartbeat of our own existence, chronicling the frustrations of futility when applying logic to the reality of the absurd, yet factual, nature of life.
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested.
This memorable opening line is the perfect establishing shot for Kafka鈥檚, and Joseph K.鈥檚, world. One can be sure of their innocence, yet fall to the blade all the same. The most startling and accurate portrayal of mankind is found when K. goes to visit the painter in the slums and finds
...a disgusting, steaming yellow fluid poured forth, before which a rat fled into the nearby sewer. At the bottom of the steps a small child was lying face down on the ground, crying, but it could hardly be heard above the noise coming from a sheet metal shop鈥�We, humanity, are prostrate and bawling in a toxic wasteland, unloved and ignored by the absent parents. Not even passersby stop to help the child, or are even away, for the noise of industry drowns it out. This is a world where corporations are 鈥榩eople鈥� and actual lives are thrown to the gutter for 鈥榯he good of the company鈥�, where soulless abstract money-making concepts are given a higher priority than our own shared flesh-and-blood. The worst part is that we accept this. We tow the party line, we uphold something meaningless and only given power by our collective acceptance. 鈥�You may object that it is not a trial at all,鈥� says K. to the courtroom, 鈥�you are quite right, for it is only a trial if I recognize it as such.鈥� These are not political opinions I am presenting, just the fact that much of our society, economy and political structure exists only because we recognize it as so and prescribe meaning to something inherently meaningless.
Children, such as the child crying in a pool of yellow filth, are a key motif in the novel. Their parents are never apparent and they run like wild animals. The gaggle of young girls outside the painters apartment perfectly reflect the wild masses of ignorance, defying respect for privacy and barging into places they aren鈥檛 wanted, needed or even should be simply because they can. One girl is described as hunchbacked and not yet an adult, yet full of sexuality which she asserts over K. 鈥�Neither her youth nor her deformity had prevented her early corruption.鈥� These girls, we are told, also belong to the court, another place where the persona is depicted more like beast than man, preying on those around them with their lusts. Take, for example, the student in the attic courtroom who asserts his dominance over the married women through his power. He, too, is slightly deformed with bow-legs that call to mind classic depictions of Satan with his animalistic torso and hoofed feet, and bushy red beard like something from nature and not urban society. He also snaps at K.鈥檚 hand with his teeth in defense, like a dog(Like a dog鈥� is the final line of dialogue in the novel, concerning a violent and abrupt execution. Seemingly we are nothing above the beasts of the world.), which isn鈥檛 how one would expect an educated man of the Law to respond. Even all the textbooks are actually just pornography, the court filled with carnal desires instead of logic and learned reasoning.
This is the force of nature K, and all of us, fight against when attempting to address our condition with logic. We are nothing but dogs pit into a dogfight of which we had no free will in being placed. K. is a free-thinker drown by the obdurate glare of the masses, condemned for something unknown and never given an opportunity to prove innocence.
They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.How like our world today where we accept opinions without wondering the qualifications; internet slander or a simple viral meme can destroy a life or an idea simply because it is funny even if it isn鈥檛 rooted in reality. K. is all of us, K. is the everyman, K. is us faced with the world around us. A world where trying to go up against it will only lead to frustration and futility. Through all his proceedings, all his legal advice, nothing is learned. Lawyers and confidants only seem to discuss the workings of the trial and court system; the more we learn, the less we understand. The system is so complicated that it stalemates itself, and it seems almost pointless to investigate. Is there purpose in assessing our lives, our condition in the world? Not if we address it with logic. This is futility. But, perhaps, if we assess it on it鈥檚 own terms, then even if our fate is still sealed we can glean a bit of insight.
That is why this story is presented as an allegory. The Trial is not a story about the Law or bureaucracy despite the outward appearance. This is society as a whole and pushes towards a religious allegory that is difficult to swallow. K. is told that even if he is acquitted, he may return home to be arrested again. Our reputation is unshakable and even when you prove your innocence over slander, people will still hold it against you. The word 鈥榓llegedly鈥� is wonderfully damning in this way. K. hears that there is legend of lawyers getting clients fully acquitted, but no proof of this exists. Nobody even knows who these lawyers are. There is also higher courts, higher judges that nobody knows the name of that also seem to exist only in legend. These unseen, unknowable eyes of justice are like the eyes of God. One may be acquitted amongst their peers, but their soul goes to a higher court that will rule the final verdict. 鈥�Can鈥檛 you see two steps in front of you,鈥� the Priest shrieks at K., chastising him for his inability to look beyond his assumptions of the world and his logic. He proceeds with a parable that summarizes K.鈥檚, and everyone鈥檚, fate in the world in which a man is denied entrance into the halls of the Law. He waits his whole life, pestering the gatekeeper. Moments before his death of old age, the gatekeeper reveals that the entrance was meant solely for him, then closes the gates. The perfect expression of futility. K. protests that the man was deceived, yet the Priest argues that deception is not in the story. What we have is the absurd, K. wishing to assess his trial through due-process and logical reasoning, but failing to see that such verdicts are beyond that.
I always snatched at the world with twenty hands, and not for a very laudable motive, either. That was wrong, and am I to show now that not even a year鈥檚 trial has taught me anything?His fate was already decided, and his efforts are in vain. It should come as no surprise, then, that K. is so suffocated in the stifling air of the court houses. Who wouldn鈥檛 feel faint and overcome with illness when beleaguered by the absurd where no assertion of innocence matters?
The court wants nothing from you. It receives you when you came and it dismisses you when you go.
The painter shows K. a portrait of a judge, depicted above his own post (the portrait a gift to a woman鈥攜et another example of the abuse of power for carnal desire), but the most striking image is that of Justice. Justice is painted with winged feet, in motion at the request of the court, to also represent Victory. Yet the real horror is revealed when K. discovers the blending creates an image more akin to the God of The Hunt. We have a court system, a religious system, a moral system, that is more concerned with victory than actual justice, and seeks out prey for sport. We are all victims to this system, a system that is self-sustaining, 鈥榯oo big to fail鈥�, and incorporates everyone. Nobody is safe from the system, and nobody is not a part of it. K. is the sacrificial victim of all of us, his death and futility a parable of our own endeavors in this, and the next, life. Kafka鈥檚 The Trial is just as important today as when it was written. It is a book that will leave you gasping for air, and thankful for it.
5/5
鈥�One must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it upon himself to alter the dispositions of things around him, he ran the risk of losing his footing and falling to destruction, while the organization would simply right itself by some compensating reaction in another part of its machinery 鈥� since everything interlocked 鈥� and remain unchanged, unless, indeed, which was very probable, it became still more rigid, more vigilant, severer, and more ruthless.鈥�
February 14, 2012
Kafka is tough.
Kafka doesn鈥檛 play and he doesn鈥檛 take prisoners.
His "in your grill" message of the cruel, incomprehensibility of life and the powerlessness of the individual is unequivocal, harsh and applied with the callous dispassion of a sadist.
Life sucks and then you die, alone, confused and without ever having the slightest conception of the great big WHY.
Fun huh?
Finishing The Trial I was left bewildered and emotionally distant, like my feelings were stuck looking out into the middle distance not really able to focus or provide me with any input. I felt numb and a bit soul-weary and I can鈥檛 say I enjoyed the feeling.
That said, should you read this?
Absolutely and without question. Kafka鈥檚 insight and ability to plumb the depths of the mysteries of existence, dark and gloomy as his answers (or lack thereof) may be, is something to behold. His work鈥s鈥rilliant.
Reading it made me feel at times awed and at other times incredibly stupid. Awed occurred when I would catch a glimpse of the deeper meaning that he was trying to convey through his prose. In those moments I would try desperately to create a sturdy mental foothold from which to explore Kafka鈥檚 next idea.
鲍苍蹿辞谤迟耻苍补迟别濒测鈥�Stupid, which happened more often, would occur when that next Kafkaesque lesson would bounce off my thick head, making me lose my tenuous foothold and go sliding back down Mount Ignorance. It was a difficult summit to reach and I was I'll-equipped.
Still, the moments of clarity and flashes of insight were more than enough to make this an experience I intend to repeat until I get it right鈥r at least die trying.
THE STORY:
鈥淪omeone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested one fine morning.鈥� Like Gregor Samsa in , we are introduced to Kafka鈥檚 protagonist after the damage has been done. We are not observing a downfall, it has occurred. We are witnesses to the aftermath, the clean up.
Joseph K, an officer of a prestigious bank discovers he has been accused of a crime the nature of which he is never told. We follow him from situation to situation as his desire to learn the nature of his offense leads only to more confusion and greater strife. He is meant to remain in ignorance. 鈥淚 see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance.鈥�
THOUGHTS:
So many themes are present here that it is hard to keep it all straight in my head. On the surface, we have a skillful attack on totalitarianism and the evil of a mindless bureaucracy fueled by momentum and accountable to no one as it grinds up the individual as grease for its continued motion. This alone is frightening enough and Kafka鈥檚 images of oppressive inertia unquestioned routine are tiny snapshots or hell itself.
However, there seemed to be so much more that Kafka was saying, so many more levels on which his dark secular benediction could be understood. The System as life itself and the bureaucracy as fate and man鈥檚 useless struggle against the forces arrayed against him by the universe. Kafka also delivers a blistering rebuke of religion in the form of a parable in the Cathedral. I鈥檓 still trying to get me tiny brain entirely wrapped around this one, but the sense of sadness and crushing hopelessness of the story was still a gut punch.
Still, as somber and dreary as the story is there are moments that are so brilliantly written that I actually found myself smiling despite the overall tone of the story. The Painter鈥檚 lecture to K about the difference strategies and processes involved in seeking among 鈥渁ctual acquittal,鈥� 鈥渁pparent acquittal鈥� and 鈥減rotraction鈥� was nothing short of genius. In fact, given that the novel is only 200+ pages, I think those 15-20 pages are worth reading the entire novel.
Overall, I am very satisfied to have finally read this as a personal exercise rather than a school-enforced trauma. I got a lot out of this. There were chunks of the book that I found slow and plodding, probably because I was stuck at the base of Mount Ignorance and didn鈥檛 absorb the ideas Kafka was dishing. Still, it did make for some dry reading time as Kafka鈥檚 writing is not ear-pleasing enough that you can simply enjoy the prose. His prose is good, but it is more a functional delivery system for his mind-rupturing ideas than for the beauty of the words themselves.
Thus, for the moment, and given my imperfect understanding of all that Kafka had to say in this brilliant novel, I am going to say 4 stars. 4 stars full of staggering intellect and multi-layered, nuanced insight into 鈥渨hat it鈥檚 all about鈥� delivered with the skill of a surgeon.
I鈥檒l be in the recovery room for a while.
HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION.
Kafka doesn鈥檛 play and he doesn鈥檛 take prisoners.
His "in your grill" message of the cruel, incomprehensibility of life and the powerlessness of the individual is unequivocal, harsh and applied with the callous dispassion of a sadist.
Life sucks and then you die, alone, confused and without ever having the slightest conception of the great big WHY.
Fun huh?
Finishing The Trial I was left bewildered and emotionally distant, like my feelings were stuck looking out into the middle distance not really able to focus or provide me with any input. I felt numb and a bit soul-weary and I can鈥檛 say I enjoyed the feeling.
That said, should you read this?
Absolutely and without question. Kafka鈥檚 insight and ability to plumb the depths of the mysteries of existence, dark and gloomy as his answers (or lack thereof) may be, is something to behold. His work鈥s鈥rilliant.
Reading it made me feel at times awed and at other times incredibly stupid. Awed occurred when I would catch a glimpse of the deeper meaning that he was trying to convey through his prose. In those moments I would try desperately to create a sturdy mental foothold from which to explore Kafka鈥檚 next idea.
鲍苍蹿辞谤迟耻苍补迟别濒测鈥�Stupid, which happened more often, would occur when that next Kafkaesque lesson would bounce off my thick head, making me lose my tenuous foothold and go sliding back down Mount Ignorance. It was a difficult summit to reach and I was I'll-equipped.
Still, the moments of clarity and flashes of insight were more than enough to make this an experience I intend to repeat until I get it right鈥r at least die trying.
THE STORY:
鈥淪omeone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested one fine morning.鈥� Like Gregor Samsa in , we are introduced to Kafka鈥檚 protagonist after the damage has been done. We are not observing a downfall, it has occurred. We are witnesses to the aftermath, the clean up.
Joseph K, an officer of a prestigious bank discovers he has been accused of a crime the nature of which he is never told. We follow him from situation to situation as his desire to learn the nature of his offense leads only to more confusion and greater strife. He is meant to remain in ignorance. 鈥淚 see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance.鈥�
THOUGHTS:
So many themes are present here that it is hard to keep it all straight in my head. On the surface, we have a skillful attack on totalitarianism and the evil of a mindless bureaucracy fueled by momentum and accountable to no one as it grinds up the individual as grease for its continued motion. This alone is frightening enough and Kafka鈥檚 images of oppressive inertia unquestioned routine are tiny snapshots or hell itself.
However, there seemed to be so much more that Kafka was saying, so many more levels on which his dark secular benediction could be understood. The System as life itself and the bureaucracy as fate and man鈥檚 useless struggle against the forces arrayed against him by the universe. Kafka also delivers a blistering rebuke of religion in the form of a parable in the Cathedral. I鈥檓 still trying to get me tiny brain entirely wrapped around this one, but the sense of sadness and crushing hopelessness of the story was still a gut punch.
鈥楨veryone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.鈥�And later in this same conversation, 鈥渋t is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.鈥�
Still, as somber and dreary as the story is there are moments that are so brilliantly written that I actually found myself smiling despite the overall tone of the story. The Painter鈥檚 lecture to K about the difference strategies and processes involved in seeking among 鈥渁ctual acquittal,鈥� 鈥渁pparent acquittal鈥� and 鈥減rotraction鈥� was nothing short of genius. In fact, given that the novel is only 200+ pages, I think those 15-20 pages are worth reading the entire novel.
Overall, I am very satisfied to have finally read this as a personal exercise rather than a school-enforced trauma. I got a lot out of this. There were chunks of the book that I found slow and plodding, probably because I was stuck at the base of Mount Ignorance and didn鈥檛 absorb the ideas Kafka was dishing. Still, it did make for some dry reading time as Kafka鈥檚 writing is not ear-pleasing enough that you can simply enjoy the prose. His prose is good, but it is more a functional delivery system for his mind-rupturing ideas than for the beauty of the words themselves.
Thus, for the moment, and given my imperfect understanding of all that Kafka had to say in this brilliant novel, I am going to say 4 stars. 4 stars full of staggering intellect and multi-layered, nuanced insight into 鈥渨hat it鈥檚 all about鈥� delivered with the skill of a surgeon.
I鈥檒l be in the recovery room for a while.
HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION.
September 17, 2014
Has this ever happened to you? You're chugging your way through a book at a decent pace, it's down to the last legs, you've decided on the good ol' four star rating, it's true that it had some really good parts but ultimately you can't say that it was particularly amazing. And all of the sudden the last part slams into your face, you're knocked sprawling on your ass by the weight of the words spiraling around your head in a merry go round of pure literary power, and you swear the book is whispering 'You know nothing, you snot nosed brat' through its pages of magnificence as the author leaves you far behind.
If you haven't, read this book. If you have, and crave more of the same, see the previous.
Now, what did the 欧宝娱乐 summary call this book again? 'A terrifying, psychological trip'. Yes, I suppose you could say that. I mean, it is terrifying, it is psychological, and it makes for one hell of a ride. But, you see, those three words strung together convey the sense of otherworldliness, some diabolical satire that's made a nightmare of a reality that's usually pretty good about behaving itself. The problem with that is the fact that this story adheres more closely to reality than most books dare to dream of doing. There's no phantasmagorical twisting of the entire face of reality. This is reality. And it needs no aid in inspiring the most abject of terror.
Arrests of innocents. Hazy procedures. Courts obscured by other courts. Files disappearing into the dark.
Look at the Law of the past and more importantly the Law of the present, and tell me none of this applies, in the days where banks are 'too big' to be brought to justice and everything from the individual to the government is held hostage from a better tomorrow by the inane struggles of today.
History repeats itself.
History fucking repeats itself.
Get it? Got it? Good.
Doing something about it is another matter entirely.
If you haven't, read this book. If you have, and crave more of the same, see the previous.
Now, what did the 欧宝娱乐 summary call this book again? 'A terrifying, psychological trip'. Yes, I suppose you could say that. I mean, it is terrifying, it is psychological, and it makes for one hell of a ride. But, you see, those three words strung together convey the sense of otherworldliness, some diabolical satire that's made a nightmare of a reality that's usually pretty good about behaving itself. The problem with that is the fact that this story adheres more closely to reality than most books dare to dream of doing. There's no phantasmagorical twisting of the entire face of reality. This is reality. And it needs no aid in inspiring the most abject of terror.
Arrests of innocents. Hazy procedures. Courts obscured by other courts. Files disappearing into the dark.
"I see," said K., nodding, "these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance." "That must be it," said the woman, who had not quite understood him.Judgment determined by accusation rather than by trial.
"We are only being punished because you accused us; if you hadn't, nothing would have happened, not even if they had discovered what we did. Do you call that justice?Guilty until proven less guilty. Less guilty via the right connections rather than the right evidence. Innocence with an expiration date. Complaints about any of the previous injustices accelerating the inevitable, and for what? The hope that the future might be better? What difference will that make to you, the individual life currently at stake? The invisible pendulum will still be suspended over the more invisible pit, and your every forthright movement will still be swallowed in the obscurity of the Law, and nothing will result but a building sense of anxiety and despair.
Look at the Law of the past and more importantly the Law of the present, and tell me none of this applies, in the days where banks are 'too big' to be brought to justice and everything from the individual to the government is held hostage from a better tomorrow by the inane struggles of today.
"No," said the priest, "it is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary."History repeats itself.
History repeats itself.
History fucking repeats itself.
Get it? Got it? Good.
Doing something about it is another matter entirely.
November 13, 2014
WHAT IS THIS SHIT.
I have read many reviews and saw that I belong to the minority who just didn鈥檛 like or get this book.
Like the author, I am going to leave The Trial unfinished and surrender to the fact that, unfortunately, Franz Kafka鈥檚 writing is way too bizarre, inane and unrealistic for my tastes.
The protagonist, a pretentious banker named Josef K. woke up one morning to find two strangers in his room who told him he was under arrest. The reason for his conviction is never revealed and even the officers who came to deliver the news are uniformed.
In the next chapters, we follow K. in a series of encounters that are ground for meaningless and empty discussions with various characters that seldom reappear throughout the story and don鈥檛 seem to have an efficient role in the progress of the narrative.
K鈥檚 so-called quest to seek answers and vindicate his name turn out to be futile as he never musters enough courage or audacity to extract definite answers and instead, allows his complacency to let him act in a way that harms him more than it helps him in his case.
(I especially loved how almost every female character seem to want him, which feeds his arrogance all the more)
For a year, Josef K awaits a trial that never happens; he鈥檚 never told the reason behind his criminal charge and the ultimate zenith of befuddlement comes with K鈥檚 death that is also underdone in mystifying circumstances. Nothing is explained or elucidated and yet people seem to abundantly laud Kafka for an unfinished, miserable excuse for a novel which the author himself wanted to be burned posthumously.
It really saddens me 鈥榗ause after hearing copious praise for Kafka, the anticipation upon starting this novel was great and I was eager to be acquainted with his 鈥済enius鈥�, but my high expectations were annihilated by an immense disappointment.
The Trial is among the most disturbing books I鈥檝e laid eyes on to this day. It was an excruciating experience from which my brain cells are still suffering aftershocks. The atmosphere of the novel was so odd and gruesome; the rooms with low ceilings and stuffy, fetid offices made me feel like I鈥檓 having a bizarre nightmare. (Well, at least it鈥檚 better than his other unfinished book about a man metamorphosed into an insect).
Kafka intentionally delineated an inhuman world inflicted with the depravity of the law (which is ironic because Kafka was a lawyer himself). And when you finally finish this story of 200ish pages (but you feel like it鈥檚 2000, I don鈥檛 know how Kafka managed to do that), you鈥檙e supposed to be in a state of awe 鈥榗ause it鈥檚 so fucking deep and philosophical, aiming to depict life and the big fat interrogation point behind our existence and its purpose.
Well. That was a waste of time. Max Brod should鈥檝e listened to Kafka and set fire to his manuscripts. There, I said it.
I have read many reviews and saw that I belong to the minority who just didn鈥檛 like or get this book.
Like the author, I am going to leave The Trial unfinished and surrender to the fact that, unfortunately, Franz Kafka鈥檚 writing is way too bizarre, inane and unrealistic for my tastes.
The protagonist, a pretentious banker named Josef K. woke up one morning to find two strangers in his room who told him he was under arrest. The reason for his conviction is never revealed and even the officers who came to deliver the news are uniformed.
In the next chapters, we follow K. in a series of encounters that are ground for meaningless and empty discussions with various characters that seldom reappear throughout the story and don鈥檛 seem to have an efficient role in the progress of the narrative.
K鈥檚 so-called quest to seek answers and vindicate his name turn out to be futile as he never musters enough courage or audacity to extract definite answers and instead, allows his complacency to let him act in a way that harms him more than it helps him in his case.
(I especially loved how almost every female character seem to want him, which feeds his arrogance all the more)
For a year, Josef K awaits a trial that never happens; he鈥檚 never told the reason behind his criminal charge and the ultimate zenith of befuddlement comes with K鈥檚 death that is also underdone in mystifying circumstances. Nothing is explained or elucidated and yet people seem to abundantly laud Kafka for an unfinished, miserable excuse for a novel which the author himself wanted to be burned posthumously.
It really saddens me 鈥榗ause after hearing copious praise for Kafka, the anticipation upon starting this novel was great and I was eager to be acquainted with his 鈥済enius鈥�, but my high expectations were annihilated by an immense disappointment.
The Trial is among the most disturbing books I鈥檝e laid eyes on to this day. It was an excruciating experience from which my brain cells are still suffering aftershocks. The atmosphere of the novel was so odd and gruesome; the rooms with low ceilings and stuffy, fetid offices made me feel like I鈥檓 having a bizarre nightmare. (Well, at least it鈥檚 better than his other unfinished book about a man metamorphosed into an insect).
Kafka intentionally delineated an inhuman world inflicted with the depravity of the law (which is ironic because Kafka was a lawyer himself). And when you finally finish this story of 200ish pages (but you feel like it鈥檚 2000, I don鈥檛 know how Kafka managed to do that), you鈥檙e supposed to be in a state of awe 鈥榗ause it鈥檚 so fucking deep and philosophical, aiming to depict life and the big fat interrogation point behind our existence and its purpose.
Well. That was a waste of time. Max Brod should鈥檝e listened to Kafka and set fire to his manuscripts. There, I said it.
April 14, 2025
No file is ever lost; the court never forgets.
The word Kafkaesque sends an eerie feeling across your spine on the haunting thought of delving into world of Franz Kafka, the unexpected and unusual expectations make your heart throb with excitement and anxiousness on speculating the vast range of possibilities which might come across your way. We know that freedom lies at the center of our existence, for we long for free will and therefore to make choices in our lives. The nihilistic attitude towards life tells us that life is inherently meaningless and absurd, however, we must accept the inherent condition of life and become absolutely free to define purpose of our life and thereby take responsibility to live according to it. However, what would happen if the oppressing force of bureaucracy robs us off our freedom, our free will as if our very freedom is restricted by social machinery of bureaucracy which may attribute the feeling of futility and nothingness to our consciousness. It may appear to be a bleak and dark world but that鈥檚 the world of Kafka, The Trial.
The world of Joseph K., the protagonist is an epitome of disarray and disorder, for he is arrested one morning without having done anything wrong, the opening is not quite explosive per se it surreptitiously gets under your skin and mysterious anxiety wraps your soul. Contractions go hand in hand in the world of K., for on the one hand it sounds logical that proceedings in the case must be thorough in every respect yet should not last too long due to the strain they put on human souls.
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The judicial system of the world of K. is so domineering in its presence that the very thought of it may put our souls under an unbearable heaviness. The entire legal machinery is so well organized that each and every cog of it works in unison, and of course, the corruption (which stems from anomalies of human nature) keeps it well-oiled and functioning like a single organism. A chilling thought suddenly rises from the obscurity and stares into your eyes-a shudder runs through your heart to realize that it may be your own world, your own life. How could one stand a chance against such a formidable and threatening system in which the rules and principles may give away to whims and fancies of the people it comprises of, to fulfill the single agenda to keep order in the society through using the elements of fear, dominance, and uncertainty.
At times we may fuel our hearts with enthusiasm through petty revolts we do (or at least we feel so, however delusion it may be) against the system but the gigantic organism of system or bureaucracy whips the string of control, just as any puppeteer does to his puppets, to overthrow the any momentarily comforts we might be enjoying. Such a profound institution or system raises itself from the dungeons of mundanity to the divine and dizzying heights of supremacy mirroring a god in-itself. However, it is strange and hard to comprehend that god may behave in such a diabolical and fiendish manner having its origins in concealed but unrivalled cruelty. A bizarre and weird nausea catches hold of our souls to realize and accept that how could our (un)kind god showers hellish fire on us, perhaps we all are guilty in conscience, as we have been told time and again by all the great religions and dogmas of the world.
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The existential angst and anxiousness having roots in the incomprehensible realization, of living in a strange world, fill our soul with existential nausea (as proposed by Sartre) on encountering the absurd and nihilistic world which may be severely punitive. When we delve deeper into our conscience, we find that it stems from the nihilistic nature of the universe, our lives are absurd in the sense that we always look for the grand meaning only to find none and this profound realization is accepting the absurdity of life. The life may be illogical, irrational, and brutal against which we may try to exist amidst its deepest melancholy but the unfounded and arbitrary world of ours cages our souls. The crushing and nonsensical world of Joseph K. wherein he goes through a trial of unknown crime mirrors our own world, the unease one may feel having an impending trial of an unrevealed (even to the reader) crime does not provide any calming or soothing effect to our depressing souls. K. is torn between hope and despair, conviction and doubt, attraction and hesitation, uncertainty is a way of life for him as for his creator- Franz Kafka.
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.
There is a soul stirring incident in the novel wherein K. asks a simple innocuous question from a fellow defendant, but it confuses the man and eerily forces him to surrender the superiority he gained over others as if his entire existence is shred into nothingness and even could not muster courage to withstand his existential ordeals. Further, the K. himself feels a strange weakness so much so that he is unable to stand properly, it appears to be too distressing himself to be put at the mercy of the people around him as if his entire existence gets crushed under their pity. These incidents reflect upon the feebleness of human character which starts shaking with terror on encountering the probing eyes of others (as Sartre used to maintain), it may also reflect the constant monitoring of people is being done through secret mechanisms and agencies. We always try to look at ourselves through the eyes of 鈥榦thers鈥� as if to please them for behaving in a certain way acceptable to them, it gives rise to 鈥榖ad faith鈥� amongst humanity and therefore leading to inauthentic existence. Joseph K. is also supposed to act in a certain manner which may be pleasing to the grand legal machinery or bureaucratic system, it is intriguing to observe how does it behave 鈥� does he take an existentialist approach and thereby defines his life and take responsibility to live accordingly or take an absurdist approach and thereby accepting the life as it is or perhaps surrenders his feeble soul to the omnipotence of the system?
Joseph K. maintains a quite analytical approach throughout his life in a sense that he weighs very possibility and analyze it logically to get an impression of probable pros and cons, but he is a bit unsympathetic towards his landlady and neighbor, perhaps reflects his imperfections to be a human. However, his openness often works against him as we see in his relationship with Fraulein Burstner that the signs of his forgiveness (which indicates the basic human need to look for validation from others) are taken for granted and he is held responsible for everything in the relationship. It has been also noticed during his trial that this unwarranted openness often leads him to disadvantage. The Trial represents a dark and bleak satire on humanity wherein we try to remain sane by applying sense to the life, but the life remains immune to it and behaves in an absurd manner. It is shown to the reader through the soul stirring trial of Joseph K. that in an absurd reality, wherein you may be arrested for an unrevealed crime, the acquittal may actually be a farce since you may never get actually free as if there is no way to break free the legal system however the things are kept churning, time and again, to given the impression that it is not an impasse.
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The Trial showcases the sheer hypocrisy of our life wherein we formulate grand narratives about our systems, our nations, our world which may fill our bosoms with inspiring enthusiasm and pride, while on the other side our they are inherently corrupt so that they fall upon the basic principles they are based. The novel portrays that no one in the legal system, not even the judges have final authority as if the legal system is a sacred organization in which nothing wrong can happen however, the judgements are never published there only legends are followed and passed on; besides, the judgement itself is mocked through bizarre proceedings and strange processes of acquittal. The corruption is prevalent in the legal system, but it is presented as a sophisticated irony. The (seemingly) sacredness and might of the legal system sends an eerie sense of formidability, for it is too powerful to be challenged by any human or institution so how could a feeble man stand against it, the system is so frightening that its own people often get affected of it and could outburst only muted cries which falls upon deaf ears. It perfectly portrays the hypocrisy of modern world wherein we conduct peace meetings over the corpses of wars, prosperity over the disturbing records of famines, empowerment over our embarrassing incidents of racism, casteism, gender biases and violences, child labor , the media trials and the social media upsurge, and the list goes on and on.
The world of Joseph K. is our own depressing world, perhaps it is our very world in which there is no sense as if it is completely irrational wherein there is no proof of anybody getting fully acquitted, just hearsay. The components of the judicial machinery also appear to mythical as our heroic figures in real life are, for their existence is hard to be comprehended by a normal feeble man, these divine figures of judiciary exist only in myths which is passed on generations to generations. To our utter dismay it is revealed that even religion and therefore God stands with the legal machinery as it is preached to K. by the priest who actually is a prison chaplain so the judgement of the judicial system is actually the ordeal of God one can鈥檛 deny.
The prose of the tale is written in a restrained manner with infusion of additional clauses at the end of sentences, perhaps to give a twisting impact. The prose appears to be fragmented as if there sections of the novel are left unfulfilled and never returned to, perhaps to mirror the real life as in our lifetime we leave so many ordeals unfulfilled. The narrative moves slowly perhaps mirrors the judicial proceedings as there is essentially no development there at all. The prose offers everything but confirms nothing and it is perhaps the story of gatekeeper preventing a man from entering the halls of law, the priest explains various possible interpretations of the story, only to cleverly subvert it in the favor of the gatekeeper which renders the life of the man worthless and reduces his existence to nothing. Jospeh K. maintains a calm attitude throughout his life which may reflect innocence (or at least it is being perceived so) and tries to understand his trial through logic but fails to accept that logic does not always prevail in life and gets transformed into hardened criminal on just attracting the investigation. It perfectly encapsulates our lives that no matter how logical and sensible we may be in our life, the irrationality of the life may checkmate us.
Franz Kafka once said that A book must be like an axe to the frozen sea within us and The Trial is perhaps such an axe which strikes deep into our souls to affect us profoundly as if we are looking at the shame of our own existence, it is surreal and nightmarish but perfectly encapsulates our reality. It makes you reflects deeply and probingly on your own life which is hallmark of a great literature. The Trial may not provide you all the grand and glorified answers we have been seeking since the dawn of humanity, but it raises some of most profound questions which help us to understand our existence better by making us look into our own abyss.
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I am nothing but literature.
May 15, 2024
Guilt and innocence: Who can be considered innocent and who can be considered guilty?
The state is an ogre鈥� The citizen is a pygmy鈥� And an ogre can do with a pygmy whatever it wishes鈥� But ogres prefer to eat pygmies and for appearance鈥檚 sake they use law鈥� And to apply law there are courts and bureaucracy.
Once the machinery of soulless bureaucracy started working, there is no way to stop it.
To the state, there is no such thing as an innocent person. If an individual doesn鈥檛 obey the state, the state exterminates an individual as a vermin.
After all, K. lived in a state governed by law, there was universal peace, all statutes were in force; who dared assault him in his own lodgings?
The state is an ogre鈥� The citizen is a pygmy鈥� And an ogre can do with a pygmy whatever it wishes鈥� But ogres prefer to eat pygmies and for appearance鈥檚 sake they use law鈥� And to apply law there are courts and bureaucracy.
The gradations and ranks of the court are infinite, extending beyond the ken even of initiates. The proceedings in the courts of law are generally a mystery to the lower officials as well; therefore they can almost never follow the progress of the cases they are working on throughout their course; the case enters their field of vision, often they know not whence, and continues on, they know not where.
Once the machinery of soulless bureaucracy started working, there is no way to stop it.
An apparent acquittal is handled differently. There is no further change in the files except for adding to them the certification of innocence, the acquittal, and the grounds for the acquittal. Otherwise they remain in circulation; following the law court鈥檚 normal routine they are passed on to the higher courts, come back to the lower ones, swinging back and forth with larger or smaller oscillations, longer or shorter interruptions. These paths are unpredictable. Externally it may sometimes appear that everything has been long since forgotten, the file has been lost, and the acquittal is absolute. No initiate would ever believe that. No file is ever lost, and the court never forgets.
To the state, there is no such thing as an innocent person. If an individual doesn鈥檛 obey the state, the state exterminates an individual as a vermin.
August 3, 2021
(Book 701 from 1001 Books) - Der Prozess = The Trial, Franz Kafka
The Trial is a novel written by Franz Kafka between 1914 and 1915 and published posthumously in 1925.
One of his best-known works, it tells the story of a man arrested and prosecuted by a remote, inaccessible authority, with the nature of his crime revealed neither to him nor to the reader.
Heavily influenced by Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov, Kafka even went so far as to call Dostoyevsky a blood relative.
Like Kafka's other novels, The Trial was never completed, although it does include a chapter which brings the story to an end.
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 30/05/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 11/05/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
The Trial is a novel written by Franz Kafka between 1914 and 1915 and published posthumously in 1925.
One of his best-known works, it tells the story of a man arrested and prosecuted by a remote, inaccessible authority, with the nature of his crime revealed neither to him nor to the reader.
Heavily influenced by Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov, Kafka even went so far as to call Dostoyevsky a blood relative.
Like Kafka's other novels, The Trial was never completed, although it does include a chapter which brings the story to an end.
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January 17, 2023
"Tener un proceso significa haberlo perdido ya."
La obra de Kafka es compleja, inquietante y genera usualmente en el lector el mismo desconcierto que en sus personajes, quienes terminan enredados en infinitas encrucijadas y laberintos que nunca logran desvelar.
Durante la primer lectura de este libro, hace muchos a帽os, yo no hab铆a le铆do tanto a Kafka y tampoco hab铆a aprendido sobre los detalles sobre su vida.
De ah铆 el hecho de que yo escribiera en la rese帽a original, de pocas l铆neas: 鈥淓l Proceso me ha desorientado justo al final. Un final que no esperaba, pero que a la vez demuestra la maestr铆a narrativa de Kafka鈥�.
Luego de haber completado la lectura de toda su obra y haber le铆do sus 鈥淒iarios鈥�, su 鈥淐arta al Padre鈥� y las 鈥淐artas a Milena鈥� (solo me resta leerlas 鈥淐artas a Felice鈥�) tengo mucho m谩s en claro de que se trata lo 鈥渒afkiano鈥� y de por qu茅 se manifiesta de forma sucesiva tanto en sus relatos, par谩bolas y aforismos como en sus novelas: esto se manifiesta por la directa conexi贸n de lo ficcional con Kafka emp铆rico.
La gran analog铆a se produce, precisamente entre los vaivenes emocionales entre los que se movi贸 a lo largo de su vida y la orientaci贸n de muchas de sus experiencias hacia su literatura.
Es como que un mundo no puede funcionar sin el otro. Gran parte de lo que uno lee en sus novelas, probablemente tenga una r茅plica, frase, conexi贸n y origen en las entradas de sus Diarios.
Para ello, con s贸lo leer ciertos p谩rrafos de este u otro libro, seguramente encontraremos algo relacionado a su vida personal, sus experiencias, anhelos y miedos.
Ahora bien, 鈥淓l Proceso鈥� es para m铆 el libro que m谩s fielmente recrea la escena y proceder kafkianos. De hecho a煤n m谩s que en 鈥淓l Castillo鈥�, aunque los intentos del agrimensor K. en esa otra novela se rodean de cierta persistencia y porf铆a que en Josef K. no percibimos. K. se encuentra en un estado que es para m铆 el mismo que el del lector: el de una constante desorientaci贸n.
A medida que nos vamos adentrando en las circunstancias que rodean la situaci贸n procesal de K., nos damos cuenta de que nos vemos imposibilitados de avanzar en alg煤n sentido. Nosotros mismos como lectores carecemos al igual que K. de esa informaci贸n necesaria para aventurar qu茅 puede llegar a suceder m谩s adelante.
Para complicar las cosas, Josef K. est谩 acusado, le dicen que est谩 detenido, pero no le clarifican por qu茅 con lo cual se acrecienta su incertidumbre. Sucede esta conversaci贸n: "Usted est谩 detenido, desde luego, pero eso no debe impedir ejercer su profesi贸n. Tampoco debe ser un estorbo para su vida habitual." "Entonces estar detenido no es muy grave", dijo K., acerc谩ndose al inspector. "Nunca dije otra cosa", respondi贸 茅l.
Lentamente ingresa K., a una serie de situaciones realmente absurdas -otro de los elementos claves de las novelas de Kafka- para tratar de acceder a un tribunal inalcanzable e invisible sin dejar de enredarse en una burocracia paralizante de abogados, jueces de instrucci贸n, fiscales, ujieres y todo tipo de oscuros personajes del 谩mbito judicial (Kafka era abogado y entend铆a a la perfecci贸n dicho sistema) sin ning煤n tipo de avance positivo en su situaci贸n.
Realmente, algunas escenas parecen escritas m谩s para una pieza teatral que para una novela. Incluso, dir铆a yo que es una novela mucho m谩s teatral que "La metamorfosis".
Hay momentos en los di谩logos durante cap铆tulos como "Primera investigaci贸n", "Las Oficinas". "Despido del Abogado" y "El comerciante Block" que son excesivamente exagerados, puntualmente en las reacciones y actitudes de algunos personajes. Cuando se presenta ante el tribunal para su primera declaraci贸n, esto sucede en un edificio atestado de la gente m谩s rara y extra帽a posible, con un techo tan bajo que tienen que encorvar la cabeza y en un ambiente opresivo y de constante ahogo.
Cuando uno imagina esa situaci贸n como lector, se extra帽a y se sorprende. Uno piensa: "bueno, esto no puede ser real, o est谩 exagerado al l铆mite de lo insospechado, o puede ser una alucinaci贸n de K. o decididamente un sue帽o" -como lo que sucede en el cap铆tulo "El flagelador", al que considero el m谩s desconcertante y hasta rid铆culo del libro.
Otro aspecto muy desarrollado por Kafka a lo largo de la novela es el tema de la atm贸sfera oscura, asfixiante y claustrof贸bica a la que est谩 constantemente sometido K.
Eso sucede en varias partes, como por ejemplo en "Primera Investigaci贸n": "El vaho neblinoso de la habitaci贸n era sumamente denso: imped铆a incluso observar a los que estaban lejos", o como en el cap铆tulo donde visita el estudio de Titorelli, el pintor: "El aire del cuarto le hab铆a ido resultando poco a poco sofocante y ya varias veces hab铆a mirado una estufa de hierro... el calor del cuarto era inexplicable."; y en el cap铆tulo final: "Debajo de los faroles, K., intent贸 varias veces, por dif铆cil que le resultara el ser llevado tan apretadamente, ver a sus acompa帽antes con m谩s claridad de lo que le hab铆a sido posible en la penumbra del cuarto."
Todos estos detalles, creo yo, no fueron escogidos al azar por Kafka. 脡l quiso imponerle a la novela una asfixiante atm贸sfera interrumpida y lo logra a la perfecci贸n.
Pr谩cticamente, no hay pasaje que no est茅 rodeado de oscuridad, penumbra y encierro. Ni siquiera en su visita a la Catedral, durante su conversaci贸n con el sacerdote que para variar es el capell谩n de la prisi贸n y adem谩s forma parte del tribunal.
Ahora, luego de comentar este detalle remarco tambi茅n que pr谩cticamente todos los personajes con los que se cruza K. (la lavandera, el abogado Huld, algunos empleados del banco en que trabaja, su t铆o, la Leni, que es la empleada de Huld, el comerciante Block, cualquier personaje del ambiente judicial), todos, casi todos saben que tiene un proceso en curso y algunos hasta aventuran que es culpable y que no tiene buen fin su proceso.
Algo me dice que lo irreal debe inferir en la realidad de K., dado que es sorprendentemente llamativo y hasta incluso 茅l lo reconoce. Parece que todos saben, se lo dicen y 茅l luego no necesita presentarse, ya es una obviedad.
El ante 煤ltimo cap铆tulo del libro, "En la Catedral" es, como indico en la primera rese帽a el m谩s elevado del libro para m铆, puesto que en 茅l expone su famosa par谩bola "Ante la Ley", que a la vez dispara m煤ltiples interpretaciones en los lectores.
El tema de la Ley es para Kafka supremo, inalcanzable, inaccesible, poderoso. Siempre ha sido as铆 para 茅l y de esta forma lo volc贸 en sus novelas, tanto en esta como en "El castillo", personificada por los se帽ores propietarios del Castillo, a los que K. no llega, producto de su propia futilidad, sucede en la Ley impuesta por el padre de Gregor Samsa (en Samsa cambia las letras de Kafka, su propio apellido) confin谩ndolo a ser recluido como una bestia dentro de su propio cuarto y que tiene conexi贸n con la relaci贸n que Kafka tuvo con su padre, en el cuento "La condena", en un caso similar al de este libro Georg Bendemann (Bende sin -mann, concuerda con Kafka) cuyo padre lo condena a morir ahogado y en muchos m谩s que podr铆amos seguir citando m谩s ejemplos, pero volviendo al pasaje "Ante la Ley", yo sostengo que no es necesario m谩s que leer la conversaci贸n de K., con el sacerdote para entender de que se trata esa par谩bola maravillosa, producto de la mente de este genio 煤nico que se llam贸 Franz Kafka.
Sigo sosteniendo que todo aquel que admire los grandes libros de la literatura mundial, deber铆a detenerse al menos una vez ante un cl谩sico inoxidable como 茅ste.
La obra de Kafka es compleja, inquietante y genera usualmente en el lector el mismo desconcierto que en sus personajes, quienes terminan enredados en infinitas encrucijadas y laberintos que nunca logran desvelar.
Durante la primer lectura de este libro, hace muchos a帽os, yo no hab铆a le铆do tanto a Kafka y tampoco hab铆a aprendido sobre los detalles sobre su vida.
De ah铆 el hecho de que yo escribiera en la rese帽a original, de pocas l铆neas: 鈥淓l Proceso me ha desorientado justo al final. Un final que no esperaba, pero que a la vez demuestra la maestr铆a narrativa de Kafka鈥�.
Luego de haber completado la lectura de toda su obra y haber le铆do sus 鈥淒iarios鈥�, su 鈥淐arta al Padre鈥� y las 鈥淐artas a Milena鈥� (solo me resta leerlas 鈥淐artas a Felice鈥�) tengo mucho m谩s en claro de que se trata lo 鈥渒afkiano鈥� y de por qu茅 se manifiesta de forma sucesiva tanto en sus relatos, par谩bolas y aforismos como en sus novelas: esto se manifiesta por la directa conexi贸n de lo ficcional con Kafka emp铆rico.
La gran analog铆a se produce, precisamente entre los vaivenes emocionales entre los que se movi贸 a lo largo de su vida y la orientaci贸n de muchas de sus experiencias hacia su literatura.
Es como que un mundo no puede funcionar sin el otro. Gran parte de lo que uno lee en sus novelas, probablemente tenga una r茅plica, frase, conexi贸n y origen en las entradas de sus Diarios.
Para ello, con s贸lo leer ciertos p谩rrafos de este u otro libro, seguramente encontraremos algo relacionado a su vida personal, sus experiencias, anhelos y miedos.
Ahora bien, 鈥淓l Proceso鈥� es para m铆 el libro que m谩s fielmente recrea la escena y proceder kafkianos. De hecho a煤n m谩s que en 鈥淓l Castillo鈥�, aunque los intentos del agrimensor K. en esa otra novela se rodean de cierta persistencia y porf铆a que en Josef K. no percibimos. K. se encuentra en un estado que es para m铆 el mismo que el del lector: el de una constante desorientaci贸n.
A medida que nos vamos adentrando en las circunstancias que rodean la situaci贸n procesal de K., nos damos cuenta de que nos vemos imposibilitados de avanzar en alg煤n sentido. Nosotros mismos como lectores carecemos al igual que K. de esa informaci贸n necesaria para aventurar qu茅 puede llegar a suceder m谩s adelante.
Para complicar las cosas, Josef K. est谩 acusado, le dicen que est谩 detenido, pero no le clarifican por qu茅 con lo cual se acrecienta su incertidumbre. Sucede esta conversaci贸n: "Usted est谩 detenido, desde luego, pero eso no debe impedir ejercer su profesi贸n. Tampoco debe ser un estorbo para su vida habitual." "Entonces estar detenido no es muy grave", dijo K., acerc谩ndose al inspector. "Nunca dije otra cosa", respondi贸 茅l.
Lentamente ingresa K., a una serie de situaciones realmente absurdas -otro de los elementos claves de las novelas de Kafka- para tratar de acceder a un tribunal inalcanzable e invisible sin dejar de enredarse en una burocracia paralizante de abogados, jueces de instrucci贸n, fiscales, ujieres y todo tipo de oscuros personajes del 谩mbito judicial (Kafka era abogado y entend铆a a la perfecci贸n dicho sistema) sin ning煤n tipo de avance positivo en su situaci贸n.
Realmente, algunas escenas parecen escritas m谩s para una pieza teatral que para una novela. Incluso, dir铆a yo que es una novela mucho m谩s teatral que "La metamorfosis".
Hay momentos en los di谩logos durante cap铆tulos como "Primera investigaci贸n", "Las Oficinas". "Despido del Abogado" y "El comerciante Block" que son excesivamente exagerados, puntualmente en las reacciones y actitudes de algunos personajes. Cuando se presenta ante el tribunal para su primera declaraci贸n, esto sucede en un edificio atestado de la gente m谩s rara y extra帽a posible, con un techo tan bajo que tienen que encorvar la cabeza y en un ambiente opresivo y de constante ahogo.
Cuando uno imagina esa situaci贸n como lector, se extra帽a y se sorprende. Uno piensa: "bueno, esto no puede ser real, o est谩 exagerado al l铆mite de lo insospechado, o puede ser una alucinaci贸n de K. o decididamente un sue帽o" -como lo que sucede en el cap铆tulo "El flagelador", al que considero el m谩s desconcertante y hasta rid铆culo del libro.
Otro aspecto muy desarrollado por Kafka a lo largo de la novela es el tema de la atm贸sfera oscura, asfixiante y claustrof贸bica a la que est谩 constantemente sometido K.
Eso sucede en varias partes, como por ejemplo en "Primera Investigaci贸n": "El vaho neblinoso de la habitaci贸n era sumamente denso: imped铆a incluso observar a los que estaban lejos", o como en el cap铆tulo donde visita el estudio de Titorelli, el pintor: "El aire del cuarto le hab铆a ido resultando poco a poco sofocante y ya varias veces hab铆a mirado una estufa de hierro... el calor del cuarto era inexplicable."; y en el cap铆tulo final: "Debajo de los faroles, K., intent贸 varias veces, por dif铆cil que le resultara el ser llevado tan apretadamente, ver a sus acompa帽antes con m谩s claridad de lo que le hab铆a sido posible en la penumbra del cuarto."
Todos estos detalles, creo yo, no fueron escogidos al azar por Kafka. 脡l quiso imponerle a la novela una asfixiante atm贸sfera interrumpida y lo logra a la perfecci贸n.
Pr谩cticamente, no hay pasaje que no est茅 rodeado de oscuridad, penumbra y encierro. Ni siquiera en su visita a la Catedral, durante su conversaci贸n con el sacerdote que para variar es el capell谩n de la prisi贸n y adem谩s forma parte del tribunal.
Ahora, luego de comentar este detalle remarco tambi茅n que pr谩cticamente todos los personajes con los que se cruza K. (la lavandera, el abogado Huld, algunos empleados del banco en que trabaja, su t铆o, la Leni, que es la empleada de Huld, el comerciante Block, cualquier personaje del ambiente judicial), todos, casi todos saben que tiene un proceso en curso y algunos hasta aventuran que es culpable y que no tiene buen fin su proceso.
Algo me dice que lo irreal debe inferir en la realidad de K., dado que es sorprendentemente llamativo y hasta incluso 茅l lo reconoce. Parece que todos saben, se lo dicen y 茅l luego no necesita presentarse, ya es una obviedad.
El ante 煤ltimo cap铆tulo del libro, "En la Catedral" es, como indico en la primera rese帽a el m谩s elevado del libro para m铆, puesto que en 茅l expone su famosa par谩bola "Ante la Ley", que a la vez dispara m煤ltiples interpretaciones en los lectores.
El tema de la Ley es para Kafka supremo, inalcanzable, inaccesible, poderoso. Siempre ha sido as铆 para 茅l y de esta forma lo volc贸 en sus novelas, tanto en esta como en "El castillo", personificada por los se帽ores propietarios del Castillo, a los que K. no llega, producto de su propia futilidad, sucede en la Ley impuesta por el padre de Gregor Samsa (en Samsa cambia las letras de Kafka, su propio apellido) confin谩ndolo a ser recluido como una bestia dentro de su propio cuarto y que tiene conexi贸n con la relaci贸n que Kafka tuvo con su padre, en el cuento "La condena", en un caso similar al de este libro Georg Bendemann (Bende sin -mann, concuerda con Kafka) cuyo padre lo condena a morir ahogado y en muchos m谩s que podr铆amos seguir citando m谩s ejemplos, pero volviendo al pasaje "Ante la Ley", yo sostengo que no es necesario m谩s que leer la conversaci贸n de K., con el sacerdote para entender de que se trata esa par谩bola maravillosa, producto de la mente de este genio 煤nico que se llam贸 Franz Kafka.
Sigo sosteniendo que todo aquel que admire los grandes libros de la literatura mundial, deber铆a detenerse al menos una vez ante un cl谩sico inoxidable como 茅ste.
May 15, 2024
It's important, in this life, to have goals.
Sure, they are often a lesson in the enduring power of futility, our lack of free will as demonstrated by the ever-present arm of bureaucracy.
If your goal, for example, is 脿 la our protagonist's, you will spend several years or 341 pages or the rest of your life or a wasted afternoon attempting to extricate yourself from mysterious charges from an absurd institution, progressing not at all in the achievement of this objective but at least proving both of the above arguments as well as manage to psychically predict the pointless cruelty of the American justice system a hundred years later.
But if your goal, 脿 la my own, is simply to be able to use the word "Kafkaesque" whenever your little heart desires, you can read this, draw on your memories of the two times you've read The Metamorphosis in school, and be on your merry way.
Both sorts of aim give us purpose. And without the drive they grant us, even though it merely distracts us from the reality of what we are putting ourselves through daily at the hands of society, the government, and what have you...without the illusion of progress provided...
We have nothing.
Like our poor Josef K.
At least I have a whole new word to use.
Bottom line: This will make you look very melancholy and sophisticated when you read it on public transit (especially if you have the same vintage Modern Library edition I do), which is one of the best compliments I can pay a book.
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pre-review
"the real treasure was the friends we made along the way," except the real bureaucracy was our own lack of free will.
you know?
review to come / 4 stars
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currently-reading updates
just trying to unlock the ability to use the word "kafkaesque"
clear ur shit book 36
quest 17: read a book you've been putting off
Sure, they are often a lesson in the enduring power of futility, our lack of free will as demonstrated by the ever-present arm of bureaucracy.
If your goal, for example, is 脿 la our protagonist's, you will spend several years or 341 pages or the rest of your life or a wasted afternoon attempting to extricate yourself from mysterious charges from an absurd institution, progressing not at all in the achievement of this objective but at least proving both of the above arguments as well as manage to psychically predict the pointless cruelty of the American justice system a hundred years later.
But if your goal, 脿 la my own, is simply to be able to use the word "Kafkaesque" whenever your little heart desires, you can read this, draw on your memories of the two times you've read The Metamorphosis in school, and be on your merry way.
Both sorts of aim give us purpose. And without the drive they grant us, even though it merely distracts us from the reality of what we are putting ourselves through daily at the hands of society, the government, and what have you...without the illusion of progress provided...
We have nothing.
Like our poor Josef K.
At least I have a whole new word to use.
Bottom line: This will make you look very melancholy and sophisticated when you read it on public transit (especially if you have the same vintage Modern Library edition I do), which is one of the best compliments I can pay a book.
------------
pre-review
"the real treasure was the friends we made along the way," except the real bureaucracy was our own lack of free will.
you know?
review to come / 4 stars
------------
currently-reading updates
just trying to unlock the ability to use the word "kafkaesque"
clear ur shit book 36
quest 17: read a book you've been putting off
October 26, 2016
This book haunts me. I can鈥檛 stop thinking about it because I have questions, questions and more questions; I have so many unanswered questions that I will never know the answer to, and it鈥檚 slowly killing me!
What is the trial? Is K actually guilty or is he innocent? Is this novel a nightmare sequence or a paranormal encountering? Why are so many characters never heard from again? And who is that mysterious figure at the end of the novel that witnesses K's fate? There are just so many questions, but no damned answers!
This is frustrating, so frustrating. The novel leaves the reader with an overwhelming sense of perplexity. There is no definitive explanation as to what has actually happened; there is no logical sense of the events. But, then K doesn鈥檛 know either; he is just as confused by the strange happenings as the reader. The events are completely unexplainable and unfathomable; thus, Kafka鈥檚 trial will stay with the me for the rest of my life, as I ponder this bizarre novel again, and again.
There are no answers!
K wakes up on the morning of his thirtieth birthday; he goes outside his room and finds several men eating his breakfast. He is informed he is under arrest; the men don鈥檛 tell him why; they leave and he is able to go about his daily life although he must attend court next week. They give him a location, but no time. He arrives; he is accused for something they don鈥檛 inform him of. He storms out of the room and is hounded by the situation ever since. He attempts to prove his innocence, but what he is innocent of he doesn鈥檛 know. A year later, on his thirtieth birthday, The reader has very little idea why it has happened.
"Someone must have been spreading slander about K., for one morning he was arrested, though he had done nothing wrong."
Indeed, the Trial uses fragmentation in its plot to further establish the ungraspable nature of K鈥檚 encounters, such as in chapter three when he attempts to save a washerwoman from an evil and lustful student. He chases the couple at the stair is where he encounters a fog and is forced to retreat. The event is never mentioned again. The situation is nightmarish, and like a dream, is forgotten about quickly. This tells us that no meaning will be had from the Trial; it tells us that there will never be any answers.
What exactly is this wierd court?
The court that conducts the trial is shrouded in even more mystery. Just who are these people that can psychologically manipulate with so little effort? They are a powerful order, which is indicated by their sessions always accruing on the highest floor of the building; this evokes their, strange, authoritative presence. There are even suggestions that this court hold sessions in each, and every, building in the city, which again creates more weirdness.
"The faces that surrounded him! Tiny black eyes darted about, cheeks dropped like those of drunken men, the long beards were stiff and scraggly, and when they pulled on them, it seemed as if they were merely forming claws, not pulling beards. Beneath the beards, however 鈥� and this was the true discovery K. made 鈥� badges of various sizes and colors shimmered on the collars of their jackets
Is this a dream?
However, one thing that remains clear through the novel is the characterisation of K. He is completely bland; he has no endearing qualities whatsoever, yet the women seem to throw themselves at him on multiple occasions. This resonates in the dream world, because only in a dream world could a man like K be such a womaniser. He is meek, powerless and accepting of his unjust fate, so only a dream could a shadow of a man like K be so attractive an irresistible.
"I recruit women helpers, he thought, almost amazed: first Fra眉lein B眉rstner, then the court usher's wife, and now this little nurse, who seems to have an inexplicable desire for me."
In spite of his blandness and alienation, he is the only rational character within the novel. I like to think a little bit of Kafka comes through here. I鈥檝e been reading up on his personal history, and he was a very segregated man; he was disbeliever amongst the Jewish religion; he was distant to his overbearing farther and the opposite sex. He didn鈥檛 seem to fit in, perhaps a little bit of Kafka comes through in K. Perhaps he wanted to show what it would be like cut off from the rest of civilization.
Overall, this is an iconic piece of literature; it is one that every serious reader should read before they die because it is completely unique. Its strange narrative resembles a dream; its events are pointless and impenetrable like a nightmare that stays with you forever. Indeed, this book will never be forgotten by those that have read it, as the unanswered questions will haunt for the rest of their days. I鈥檝e quite literally been unable to sleep when thinking about this book, as the question 鈥渨hat exactly does it mean?鈥� lingers in my mind.
Review Update: I bought a Folio Society edition of this and just has to show it off.....
Doesn't it just look great?
What is the trial? Is K actually guilty or is he innocent? Is this novel a nightmare sequence or a paranormal encountering? Why are so many characters never heard from again? And who is that mysterious figure at the end of the novel that witnesses K's fate? There are just so many questions, but no damned answers!
This is frustrating, so frustrating. The novel leaves the reader with an overwhelming sense of perplexity. There is no definitive explanation as to what has actually happened; there is no logical sense of the events. But, then K doesn鈥檛 know either; he is just as confused by the strange happenings as the reader. The events are completely unexplainable and unfathomable; thus, Kafka鈥檚 trial will stay with the me for the rest of my life, as I ponder this bizarre novel again, and again.
There are no answers!
K wakes up on the morning of his thirtieth birthday; he goes outside his room and finds several men eating his breakfast. He is informed he is under arrest; the men don鈥檛 tell him why; they leave and he is able to go about his daily life although he must attend court next week. They give him a location, but no time. He arrives; he is accused for something they don鈥檛 inform him of. He storms out of the room and is hounded by the situation ever since. He attempts to prove his innocence, but what he is innocent of he doesn鈥檛 know. A year later, on his thirtieth birthday, The reader has very little idea why it has happened.
"Someone must have been spreading slander about K., for one morning he was arrested, though he had done nothing wrong."
Indeed, the Trial uses fragmentation in its plot to further establish the ungraspable nature of K鈥檚 encounters, such as in chapter three when he attempts to save a washerwoman from an evil and lustful student. He chases the couple at the stair is where he encounters a fog and is forced to retreat. The event is never mentioned again. The situation is nightmarish, and like a dream, is forgotten about quickly. This tells us that no meaning will be had from the Trial; it tells us that there will never be any answers.
What exactly is this wierd court?
The court that conducts the trial is shrouded in even more mystery. Just who are these people that can psychologically manipulate with so little effort? They are a powerful order, which is indicated by their sessions always accruing on the highest floor of the building; this evokes their, strange, authoritative presence. There are even suggestions that this court hold sessions in each, and every, building in the city, which again creates more weirdness.
"The faces that surrounded him! Tiny black eyes darted about, cheeks dropped like those of drunken men, the long beards were stiff and scraggly, and when they pulled on them, it seemed as if they were merely forming claws, not pulling beards. Beneath the beards, however 鈥� and this was the true discovery K. made 鈥� badges of various sizes and colors shimmered on the collars of their jackets
Is this a dream?
However, one thing that remains clear through the novel is the characterisation of K. He is completely bland; he has no endearing qualities whatsoever, yet the women seem to throw themselves at him on multiple occasions. This resonates in the dream world, because only in a dream world could a man like K be such a womaniser. He is meek, powerless and accepting of his unjust fate, so only a dream could a shadow of a man like K be so attractive an irresistible.
"I recruit women helpers, he thought, almost amazed: first Fra眉lein B眉rstner, then the court usher's wife, and now this little nurse, who seems to have an inexplicable desire for me."
In spite of his blandness and alienation, he is the only rational character within the novel. I like to think a little bit of Kafka comes through here. I鈥檝e been reading up on his personal history, and he was a very segregated man; he was disbeliever amongst the Jewish religion; he was distant to his overbearing farther and the opposite sex. He didn鈥檛 seem to fit in, perhaps a little bit of Kafka comes through in K. Perhaps he wanted to show what it would be like cut off from the rest of civilization.
Overall, this is an iconic piece of literature; it is one that every serious reader should read before they die because it is completely unique. Its strange narrative resembles a dream; its events are pointless and impenetrable like a nightmare that stays with you forever. Indeed, this book will never be forgotten by those that have read it, as the unanswered questions will haunt for the rest of their days. I鈥檝e quite literally been unable to sleep when thinking about this book, as the question 鈥渨hat exactly does it mean?鈥� lingers in my mind.
Review Update: I bought a Folio Society edition of this and just has to show it off.....
Doesn't it just look great?
July 2, 2024
"A mind is like a parachute. It doesn鈥檛 work if it isn鈥檛 open."
鈥擣ranz Kafka
**Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he knew he had done nothing wrong but, one morning, he was arrested.**
This famous opening line becomes yet more intriguing as it pitches us directly into a scene where the first protagonists are granted a degree of anonymity by the author, as he seeks to lure us into his philosophical daydream.
K is clearly under house arrest, but his perplexing captors aren't at liberty to tell him if he has been arrested. Who are they? K wonders. They look as if they might be policemen, but neither he, nor the reader, can be certain. They could be pranksters for all he knows. Even the country he lives in isn't name-checked.
So many unanswered questions:
Who is he?
Who are they?
Why has he been arrested?
Where are we?
Does time have a beginning or an end?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
This, my fine bibliophilic friends, is an enigma burritoed in a paradox.
There is something farcical about the situation he finds himself in; the ensuing cockeyed exchange of dialogue was almost Monty Pythonesque.
I shall paraphrase (apologies to Mr Kafka)...
"Take me to your superior!"
"He will see you as soon as he wants to see you."
"Who are you?"
"We're free, you're not, and you are going to be put on trial."
"On trial, for what?"
"Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, isn't it, eh? Beautiful plumage."
The absurdity continues.
There follows a kangaroo court and the comically surreal appearance of a whip-man, whose job it is to give people a damn good flogging. I don't know if I was meant to be outraged, but I found it really funny (there's something wrong with me, I'm sure of it).
Kafka uses existentialism like Banksy uses a spray can. K is trying to remain rational while the world around him has become irrational - something most of us have experienced at some stage in our lives.
As is also the case with Orwell's 1984, this book hints at the totalitarian regimes that were likely to follow.
I don't profess to understand much of what Kafka hoped to symbolise in this allegorical mystery (I suspect he didn't want anyone to unlock all of its secrets anyway), and one gets the feeling that he deliberately leads us into a literary cul-de-sac of his own choosing.
The blurb describes the book as being "terrifying鈥� and 鈥榗hilling". I found it to be neither.
If anything, I found it rather droll.
Let me explain myself thus鈥�
I have a lugubrious friend. His name is Mark.
Mark is so overly pessimistic and melancholic, that he creases me up with laughter each time he speaks. Then, when he asks me what it is that's so funny (with that glum look on his face), I crack up even more!
He's a hoot, and so is this book!
I thoroughly enjoyed being trapped in Franz Kafka's web and must revisit Metamorphosis, his crowning achievement.
I read it years ago when I was too young to properly 'get' it.
Not that I'm likely to totally understand it even now! : )
鈥擣ranz Kafka
**Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., he knew he had done nothing wrong but, one morning, he was arrested.**
This famous opening line becomes yet more intriguing as it pitches us directly into a scene where the first protagonists are granted a degree of anonymity by the author, as he seeks to lure us into his philosophical daydream.
K is clearly under house arrest, but his perplexing captors aren't at liberty to tell him if he has been arrested. Who are they? K wonders. They look as if they might be policemen, but neither he, nor the reader, can be certain. They could be pranksters for all he knows. Even the country he lives in isn't name-checked.
So many unanswered questions:
Who is he?
Who are they?
Why has he been arrested?
Where are we?
Does time have a beginning or an end?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
This, my fine bibliophilic friends, is an enigma burritoed in a paradox.
There is something farcical about the situation he finds himself in; the ensuing cockeyed exchange of dialogue was almost Monty Pythonesque.
I shall paraphrase (apologies to Mr Kafka)...
"Take me to your superior!"
"He will see you as soon as he wants to see you."
"Who are you?"
"We're free, you're not, and you are going to be put on trial."
"On trial, for what?"
"Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, isn't it, eh? Beautiful plumage."
The absurdity continues.
There follows a kangaroo court and the comically surreal appearance of a whip-man, whose job it is to give people a damn good flogging. I don't know if I was meant to be outraged, but I found it really funny (there's something wrong with me, I'm sure of it).
Kafka uses existentialism like Banksy uses a spray can. K is trying to remain rational while the world around him has become irrational - something most of us have experienced at some stage in our lives.
As is also the case with Orwell's 1984, this book hints at the totalitarian regimes that were likely to follow.
I don't profess to understand much of what Kafka hoped to symbolise in this allegorical mystery (I suspect he didn't want anyone to unlock all of its secrets anyway), and one gets the feeling that he deliberately leads us into a literary cul-de-sac of his own choosing.
The blurb describes the book as being "terrifying鈥� and 鈥榗hilling". I found it to be neither.
If anything, I found it rather droll.
Let me explain myself thus鈥�
I have a lugubrious friend. His name is Mark.
Mark is so overly pessimistic and melancholic, that he creases me up with laughter each time he speaks. Then, when he asks me what it is that's so funny (with that glum look on his face), I crack up even more!
He's a hoot, and so is this book!
I thoroughly enjoyed being trapped in Franz Kafka's web and must revisit Metamorphosis, his crowning achievement.
I read it years ago when I was too young to properly 'get' it.
Not that I'm likely to totally understand it even now! : )
July 26, 2023
His language was German, his religion was Judaism, and his passion was literature. Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who was to languish for years as an employee of a commercial insurance company that made him do acts he disapproved of, mostly when they were not under morality or simple humanity, spent his free time, often solitary, to write. Still, he wanted nothing to come to light of his work, a desire that, remarkably, fortunately, his friend, the poet Max Brod, would refuse to grant.
I was between fifteen and sixteen years old when I read The Trial. I have unforgettable memories of it simultaneously as a more or less accepted attraction for this writing which can frighten and disturb at the same time as it opens our eyes to the reality of relations between citizens and administrations. Connections, where the city will consistently be subservient, are humiliating in the face of administrative agents who regard their dialogists as anonymous pawns and draw their force on what they hold if they wish to access this information. Files that can reveal what they want to know about the people who come to present their requests. However, the novel's hero, Joseph K., is precisely in this situation of powerlessness and dependence. When learning that he is dealing with justice for facts, he does not know anything. He suffers heavily from being in this situation to becoming a daily victim of an obsession. The more worried as he considers himself innocent and has nothing to be ashamed of when he sees the gazes of people indifferent to his problem turning towards him, incredulous, even suspicious. Even when one has compassion for him, and even if some are ready to help him, they cannot do anything, coming up against a wall like him. It goes as far as the absurd, and it is indeed ridiculous. Yet, this fantastic has something objective. It describes the absurdity of our lives when we have reduced to being just a number in a confrontation with an administration, especially before the legal authorities. - that of a file handled among thousands, even millions of others, which reduces us to no longer being an object and no longer a subject, still less an active subject. Ultimately, we could tolerate an obedient issue. However, we still prefer a topic that is content to silently undergo what happens to him because it is the law and the "logic (illogical and unjust but unstoppable) of things.". Joseph K. refuses this state of affairs; he has his way of reacting, contesting, or rebelling (without making too many waves). Still, it is his concern to know which revolt is a subversive act in the eyes of authority and public opinion, as if it were futile. The one who rebels is embarrassed that he does not allow himself to stop by anything in this quest. The first step towards justification and rehabilitation attempts is to fight to forgive oneself and reestablish the truth and its honor, which ultimately is never entirely satisfied because justice is decidedly not of this world. Yes, Mr. Joseph K., therefore, stop asking to have access to your file and to consult it because we do not even know where it is: how do you want us to know that we know where to look for him since we do not know exactly where he ended up arriving. Just know that you charged and that it has happened. And besides, everyone knows what's the use of fighting, what's the use of raising mountains of files. It won't change anything.
I will not describe the end of this novel as a disturbing work that forces us to ask ourselves the right questions: are we not concerned, too, each on our own? Is this book realistic? Does he show us the "blind monster" to whom we hand over our identities in the oppressive stranglehold he maintains, individually and collectively?
Is there any adherence to a Dostoyevsky fatalism below? It's up to everyone to find the answer that they think is the most accurate.
The fact remains that this book, even if it seems unbearable, does not let you go: you finish reading it, and you come out of it troubled and forever marked.
I was between fifteen and sixteen years old when I read The Trial. I have unforgettable memories of it simultaneously as a more or less accepted attraction for this writing which can frighten and disturb at the same time as it opens our eyes to the reality of relations between citizens and administrations. Connections, where the city will consistently be subservient, are humiliating in the face of administrative agents who regard their dialogists as anonymous pawns and draw their force on what they hold if they wish to access this information. Files that can reveal what they want to know about the people who come to present their requests. However, the novel's hero, Joseph K., is precisely in this situation of powerlessness and dependence. When learning that he is dealing with justice for facts, he does not know anything. He suffers heavily from being in this situation to becoming a daily victim of an obsession. The more worried as he considers himself innocent and has nothing to be ashamed of when he sees the gazes of people indifferent to his problem turning towards him, incredulous, even suspicious. Even when one has compassion for him, and even if some are ready to help him, they cannot do anything, coming up against a wall like him. It goes as far as the absurd, and it is indeed ridiculous. Yet, this fantastic has something objective. It describes the absurdity of our lives when we have reduced to being just a number in a confrontation with an administration, especially before the legal authorities. - that of a file handled among thousands, even millions of others, which reduces us to no longer being an object and no longer a subject, still less an active subject. Ultimately, we could tolerate an obedient issue. However, we still prefer a topic that is content to silently undergo what happens to him because it is the law and the "logic (illogical and unjust but unstoppable) of things.". Joseph K. refuses this state of affairs; he has his way of reacting, contesting, or rebelling (without making too many waves). Still, it is his concern to know which revolt is a subversive act in the eyes of authority and public opinion, as if it were futile. The one who rebels is embarrassed that he does not allow himself to stop by anything in this quest. The first step towards justification and rehabilitation attempts is to fight to forgive oneself and reestablish the truth and its honor, which ultimately is never entirely satisfied because justice is decidedly not of this world. Yes, Mr. Joseph K., therefore, stop asking to have access to your file and to consult it because we do not even know where it is: how do you want us to know that we know where to look for him since we do not know exactly where he ended up arriving. Just know that you charged and that it has happened. And besides, everyone knows what's the use of fighting, what's the use of raising mountains of files. It won't change anything.
I will not describe the end of this novel as a disturbing work that forces us to ask ourselves the right questions: are we not concerned, too, each on our own? Is this book realistic? Does he show us the "blind monster" to whom we hand over our identities in the oppressive stranglehold he maintains, individually and collectively?
Is there any adherence to a Dostoyevsky fatalism below? It's up to everyone to find the answer that they think is the most accurate.
The fact remains that this book, even if it seems unbearable, does not let you go: you finish reading it, and you come out of it troubled and forever marked.
May 3, 2025
Isn鈥檛 our Whole Life a Trial, in an existential sense?
If, like me, you walk a plain and decent path, the world is probably none too friendly toward you.
That鈥檚 understandable. And I think you should also know that should you plainly persist in it, you鈥檒l probably be Put on Trial. Figuratively speaking.
Welcome to the Absurd.
But there鈥檚 also an UP side to that.
I think that anyone who has lived a highly idiosyncratic life, like Franz Kafka and my own totally colossally unsuperstar self, has in time developed a larger ideological container for their intellectual life.
Sorta like quantum mechanics does, for we have come to see the laws and customs of the world under that selfsame Aegis of Absurdity.
And that is the sense in which we appreciate the Rule of Law in this world. The law is itself idiosyncratic and accretive, but it WORKS.
Under quantum mechanics, if something works MOST of the time, we can allow that as a constant FOR US. Even if should we ourselves should be put in the dock.
But, allowing it to be a constant, can we learn to Love it, as being in itself in a state of Absolute momentary transcendence over an Absurd physical universe?
Even if that transcendence means our death?
For that鈥檚 the vision Kafka seems to have attained as his life drew to a close...
That鈥檚 - or so I believe - Kafka鈥檚 premise in this novel. If a thing works most of the time, that鈥檚 normal - and good in a practical sense.
And that鈥檚 a start. Even though we鈥檙e implicated in the machinery of Law, the Law鈥檚 Good.
And we ALL have to take the Fire as punishment - now - or later.
Don鈥檛 laugh. I鈥檓 serious.
I could be wrong, but this seems to be the one novel the great hag-ridden Franz Kafka completed. I believe that that鈥檚 for a good reason.
OK. Many of you may not know this, but at one point in his later Diary, Kafka wrote the words (as best as I can remember and can now paraphrase):
鈥業f you disagree with the rules of the world, the world is invariably Right.鈥�
He wrote those words to mark a critical split in his personal path that, as I believe, he had finally and irrevocably decided to take. It would give him Closure. And pain.
Except now, in the Pain - was Hope.
And it鈥檚 not just that the law is just a rule to follow, not that it鈥檚 wrong-headed but nevertheless our duty, not that it鈥檚 dumb but the best people can manage - no.
The law of the world is right. That鈥檚 the Real Way of the World. And the universe, in fact.
It鈥檚 just, you may say, that we are in a world that鈥檚 Absurd. But actually, then we鈥檙e of no importance, suddenly. Remember that feeling?
That鈥檚 called waking up.
Anyone for Hegel? For this is just Hegel rehashed. But a Hegel Redux for postmodernists!
But it鈥檚 surely more than that... on a personal level. Because it鈥檚 the result of a long personal struggle with Angst.
We know the Law鈥檚 something Kafka鈥檚 imperious Dad really believed in, and something he felt it was young Franzl鈥檚 duty to believe, too.
So Kafka senior pounded it into his son鈥檚 soul.
You see that in spades in that famous story in which his Dad tells him to jump off the long end of a short pier. And he does.
Why, in the name of all that鈥檚 right and proper?
That鈥檚 just the way it is. My way or the highway, kid!
And so Franz wrote, and wrote, and WROTE - to let the steam out. As you and I do too.
Finally, here, he couldn鈥檛 argue with his superego anymore. He was finally gonna take the straight and narrow path. Cause it was so right, it was absurd.
And that鈥檚 what K learned when he came of age. We are NOTHING to the universe.
Did he go ballistic as a result?
You bet! That鈥檚 the Meaning of the Absurd, which all of us must face. Every day of our lives!
For the Trial IS our daily workaday grind. You can鈥檛 Pooh-Pooh your coming of age again.
We are accused; we are belittled; we are slandered behind our back. And we go on. We NEED our job. We get enraged. But we go on...
It鈥檚 built into our lives. It鈥檚 a total disconnect - like COVID-19, it鈥檚 a great Grand Canyon that makes a huge gap in our minds between subjectivity and objectivity.
When we鈥檙e at home, we try to relax. We let loose on the phone; we harangue our tormentors in our dreams; we get even. But that鈥檚 not what Kafka meant.
We HATE the conditions that are laid out for our life.
Auden memorably says our pet dogs often 鈥渨ish their Tall Conditions (us) Dead鈥� - just as we often see daggers in our minds when we see our absurdly condition-imposing leaders.
But law is law. Can we learn, maybe, to follow it in spite of itself? For we鈥檙e really just:
Men and bits of paper.
Not one law at the office, and one law at home and on vacation.
No.
For Kafka now, The Soul is Answerable to the law of God. THAT was his Dad鈥檚 message. And this little realization was K鈥檚 first reluctant step towards Faith. One small step...
And his ultimate faith in the Law as Love.
A faith he finally starts to absorb in his last work, America.
Yes, the Self - in time and space - answers to the Law.
It hurts!
We kick and scream in pure anguish!
Agenbite of Inwit.
But like him, we DO as we are told. What option do we have?
But the Way that opens up to us in our books is really the same long and winding path that leads to the final reconciliation of Law and Love in the total transcendence of our pain.
Which Franz chose at the end.
Which I believe all started in this simple fork in the road:
Where we choose the Way of Obedience.
And in itself -
It鈥檚 a long and winding road.
I鈥檝e seen that road
So many times before -
Don鈥檛 leave me standing here
Lead me to Your Door!
And He will open it to you.
But where it all starts, is in a place we all love to hate:
In His Law.
A Law that means our Death, and our Life.
If, like me, you walk a plain and decent path, the world is probably none too friendly toward you.
That鈥檚 understandable. And I think you should also know that should you plainly persist in it, you鈥檒l probably be Put on Trial. Figuratively speaking.
Welcome to the Absurd.
But there鈥檚 also an UP side to that.
I think that anyone who has lived a highly idiosyncratic life, like Franz Kafka and my own totally colossally unsuperstar self, has in time developed a larger ideological container for their intellectual life.
Sorta like quantum mechanics does, for we have come to see the laws and customs of the world under that selfsame Aegis of Absurdity.
And that is the sense in which we appreciate the Rule of Law in this world. The law is itself idiosyncratic and accretive, but it WORKS.
Under quantum mechanics, if something works MOST of the time, we can allow that as a constant FOR US. Even if should we ourselves should be put in the dock.
But, allowing it to be a constant, can we learn to Love it, as being in itself in a state of Absolute momentary transcendence over an Absurd physical universe?
Even if that transcendence means our death?
For that鈥檚 the vision Kafka seems to have attained as his life drew to a close...
That鈥檚 - or so I believe - Kafka鈥檚 premise in this novel. If a thing works most of the time, that鈥檚 normal - and good in a practical sense.
And that鈥檚 a start. Even though we鈥檙e implicated in the machinery of Law, the Law鈥檚 Good.
And we ALL have to take the Fire as punishment - now - or later.
Don鈥檛 laugh. I鈥檓 serious.
I could be wrong, but this seems to be the one novel the great hag-ridden Franz Kafka completed. I believe that that鈥檚 for a good reason.
OK. Many of you may not know this, but at one point in his later Diary, Kafka wrote the words (as best as I can remember and can now paraphrase):
鈥業f you disagree with the rules of the world, the world is invariably Right.鈥�
He wrote those words to mark a critical split in his personal path that, as I believe, he had finally and irrevocably decided to take. It would give him Closure. And pain.
Except now, in the Pain - was Hope.
And it鈥檚 not just that the law is just a rule to follow, not that it鈥檚 wrong-headed but nevertheless our duty, not that it鈥檚 dumb but the best people can manage - no.
The law of the world is right. That鈥檚 the Real Way of the World. And the universe, in fact.
It鈥檚 just, you may say, that we are in a world that鈥檚 Absurd. But actually, then we鈥檙e of no importance, suddenly. Remember that feeling?
That鈥檚 called waking up.
Anyone for Hegel? For this is just Hegel rehashed. But a Hegel Redux for postmodernists!
But it鈥檚 surely more than that... on a personal level. Because it鈥檚 the result of a long personal struggle with Angst.
We know the Law鈥檚 something Kafka鈥檚 imperious Dad really believed in, and something he felt it was young Franzl鈥檚 duty to believe, too.
So Kafka senior pounded it into his son鈥檚 soul.
You see that in spades in that famous story in which his Dad tells him to jump off the long end of a short pier. And he does.
Why, in the name of all that鈥檚 right and proper?
That鈥檚 just the way it is. My way or the highway, kid!
And so Franz wrote, and wrote, and WROTE - to let the steam out. As you and I do too.
Finally, here, he couldn鈥檛 argue with his superego anymore. He was finally gonna take the straight and narrow path. Cause it was so right, it was absurd.
And that鈥檚 what K learned when he came of age. We are NOTHING to the universe.
Did he go ballistic as a result?
You bet! That鈥檚 the Meaning of the Absurd, which all of us must face. Every day of our lives!
For the Trial IS our daily workaday grind. You can鈥檛 Pooh-Pooh your coming of age again.
We are accused; we are belittled; we are slandered behind our back. And we go on. We NEED our job. We get enraged. But we go on...
It鈥檚 built into our lives. It鈥檚 a total disconnect - like COVID-19, it鈥檚 a great Grand Canyon that makes a huge gap in our minds between subjectivity and objectivity.
When we鈥檙e at home, we try to relax. We let loose on the phone; we harangue our tormentors in our dreams; we get even. But that鈥檚 not what Kafka meant.
We HATE the conditions that are laid out for our life.
Auden memorably says our pet dogs often 鈥渨ish their Tall Conditions (us) Dead鈥� - just as we often see daggers in our minds when we see our absurdly condition-imposing leaders.
But law is law. Can we learn, maybe, to follow it in spite of itself? For we鈥檙e really just:
Men and bits of paper.
Not one law at the office, and one law at home and on vacation.
No.
For Kafka now, The Soul is Answerable to the law of God. THAT was his Dad鈥檚 message. And this little realization was K鈥檚 first reluctant step towards Faith. One small step...
And his ultimate faith in the Law as Love.
A faith he finally starts to absorb in his last work, America.
Yes, the Self - in time and space - answers to the Law.
It hurts!
We kick and scream in pure anguish!
Agenbite of Inwit.
But like him, we DO as we are told. What option do we have?
But the Way that opens up to us in our books is really the same long and winding path that leads to the final reconciliation of Law and Love in the total transcendence of our pain.
Which Franz chose at the end.
Which I believe all started in this simple fork in the road:
Where we choose the Way of Obedience.
And in itself -
It鈥檚 a long and winding road.
I鈥檝e seen that road
So many times before -
Don鈥檛 leave me standing here
Lead me to Your Door!
And He will open it to you.
But where it all starts, is in a place we all love to hate:
In His Law.
A Law that means our Death, and our Life.
April 29, 2024
Chiar dac膬 ne place sau nu, acest roman a schimbat radical concep葲ia noastr膬 despre ce este (葯i poate 卯nsemna) literatura...
Nota mea de lectur膬 nu va fi, totu葯i, o expresie a dezn膬dejdii. Din motivul cel mai simplu: c卯nd citea prietenilor din Procesul, Franz Kafka era cel dint卯i care izbucnea 卯n r卯s. Inten葲ia lui fusese s膬 st卯rneasc膬 ilaritate. Prietenii erau probabil uimi葲i, intriga葲i de bizara desf膬葯urare a 卯nt卯mpl膬rilor. Dar cum s膬 nu vezi 卯n paginile c膬r葲ii o inten葲ie comic膬?
Joseph K. (30 de ani) este arestat, dar nu va afla niciodat膬 motivul acestei decizii. Nu e dus 卯n temni葲膬, are voie s膬 mearg膬 la slujb膬 (lucreaz膬 la o banc膬) 葯i s膬 tr膬iasc膬 dup膬 bunul lui plac. Nu e c膬utat de anchetatori, ci el trebuie s膬 porneasc膬 卯n c膬utarea lor. Nu exist膬 o acuza葲ie propriu-zis膬. Totul pare un zvon. C卯nd este convocat la interogatorii, nu i se precizeaz膬 locul 卯nt卯lnirii 葯i e nevoit s膬 r膬t膬ceasc膬 prin cl膬diri insalubre, cu od膬i mizere, cu sc膬ri care nu duc nic膬ieri, cu paznici abulici 葯i femei care spal膬 rufe (卯nt卯lnirea cu Leni). Un astfel de edificiu meschin contrazice v膬dit m膬re葲ia unui Palat de Justi葲ie. Totul e o parodie caricatural膬. Mai mult: c卯nd r膬sfoie葯te c膬r葲ile de pe masa anchetatorilor, protagonistul nu g膬se葯te enciclopediii juridice, tomuri de legi 葯i nici lucr膬ri de specialitate. Judec膬torii s卯nt pasiona葲i de literatura erotic膬 葯i privesc fotografii deocheate. Citind pasajul de mai jos, nu-葲i po葲i reprima r卯sul:
Executorii din final au aspectul cel mai ridicol 葯i stupid cu putin葲膬: 鈥灻巒 redingot膬, palizi 葯i gra葯i, cei doi domni purtau 葲ilindre 卯nalte, care p膬reau 葲intuite pe 葲estele lor鈥�. Cine a mai v膬zut un g卯de 卯mpodobit ca pentru un bal mascat? Prozatorul 卯nf膬葲i葯eaz膬 o lume pe dos. Evenimentele s卯nt imprevizibile. A葯tept膬rile cititorilor nu se 卯mplinesc niciodat膬. 脦n catedral膬, 卯n locul Scripturii, preotul cite葯te 葯i comenteaz膬 o parabol膬 kafkian膬, 鈥灻巒 fa葲a Legii鈥�. Sensul parabolei este perfect ermetic 葯i orice 卯ncercare de a o descifra e葯ueaz膬.
Franz Kafka avertizase 卯n alt膬 parte: 鈥濩eea ce e de ne卯n葲eles r膬m卯ne de ne卯n葲eles鈥�. Dorin葲a natural膬 de a g膬si un sens (chiar 葯i acolo unde sensul este absent) e contrazis膬 de autor la tot pasul. Procesul e un roman profund ironic, o satir膬 a mecanismelor greoaie ale birocra葲iei 葯i justi葲iei omene葯ti...
P. S. O opinie a lui Susan Sontag cu privire la interpretarea lui Kafka la care subscriu:
鈥濶u da prea mult膬 importan牛膬 comentariilor. Scriptura e invariabil膬 艧i comentariile nu s卯nt, adeseori, dec卯t expresia dezn膬dejdii comentatorilor鈥�.
Nota mea de lectur膬 nu va fi, totu葯i, o expresie a dezn膬dejdii. Din motivul cel mai simplu: c卯nd citea prietenilor din Procesul, Franz Kafka era cel dint卯i care izbucnea 卯n r卯s. Inten葲ia lui fusese s膬 st卯rneasc膬 ilaritate. Prietenii erau probabil uimi葲i, intriga葲i de bizara desf膬葯urare a 卯nt卯mpl膬rilor. Dar cum s膬 nu vezi 卯n paginile c膬r葲ii o inten葲ie comic膬?
Joseph K. (30 de ani) este arestat, dar nu va afla niciodat膬 motivul acestei decizii. Nu e dus 卯n temni葲膬, are voie s膬 mearg膬 la slujb膬 (lucreaz膬 la o banc膬) 葯i s膬 tr膬iasc膬 dup膬 bunul lui plac. Nu e c膬utat de anchetatori, ci el trebuie s膬 porneasc膬 卯n c膬utarea lor. Nu exist膬 o acuza葲ie propriu-zis膬. Totul pare un zvon. C卯nd este convocat la interogatorii, nu i se precizeaz膬 locul 卯nt卯lnirii 葯i e nevoit s膬 r膬t膬ceasc膬 prin cl膬diri insalubre, cu od膬i mizere, cu sc膬ri care nu duc nic膬ieri, cu paznici abulici 葯i femei care spal膬 rufe (卯nt卯lnirea cu Leni). Un astfel de edificiu meschin contrazice v膬dit m膬re葲ia unui Palat de Justi葲ie. Totul e o parodie caricatural膬. Mai mult: c卯nd r膬sfoie葯te c膬r葲ile de pe masa anchetatorilor, protagonistul nu g膬se葯te enciclopediii juridice, tomuri de legi 葯i nici lucr膬ri de specialitate. Judec膬torii s卯nt pasiona葲i de literatura erotic膬 葯i privesc fotografii deocheate. Citind pasajul de mai jos, nu-葲i po葲i reprima r卯sul:
鈥濳. lu膬 volumul de deasupra, 卯l deschise 艧i d膬du cu ochii de o gravur膬 indecent膬: un b膬rbat 艧i o femeie 艧edeau goi pe o canapea; inten牛ia gravorului fusese v膬dit obscen膬, dar st卯ng膬cia desenului f膬cea s膬 se vad膬 doar un b膬rbat 艧i o femeie exagerat de 牛epeni, care p膬reau c膬 ies din cadru 艧i nu izbuteau dec卯t cu greu s膬 se priveasc膬, din pricina perspectivei gre艧ite. K. nu r膬sfoi volumul mai departe, ci deschise un altul, la pagina titlului; avea acum 卯n fa牛膬 un roman intitulat: 芦Torturile pe care Grete le-a 卯ndurat de la so葲ul ei, Hans禄鈥�.
Executorii din final au aspectul cel mai ridicol 葯i stupid cu putin葲膬: 鈥灻巒 redingot膬, palizi 葯i gra葯i, cei doi domni purtau 葲ilindre 卯nalte, care p膬reau 葲intuite pe 葲estele lor鈥�. Cine a mai v膬zut un g卯de 卯mpodobit ca pentru un bal mascat? Prozatorul 卯nf膬葲i葯eaz膬 o lume pe dos. Evenimentele s卯nt imprevizibile. A葯tept膬rile cititorilor nu se 卯mplinesc niciodat膬. 脦n catedral膬, 卯n locul Scripturii, preotul cite葯te 葯i comenteaz膬 o parabol膬 kafkian膬, 鈥灻巒 fa葲a Legii鈥�. Sensul parabolei este perfect ermetic 葯i orice 卯ncercare de a o descifra e葯ueaz膬.
Franz Kafka avertizase 卯n alt膬 parte: 鈥濩eea ce e de ne卯n葲eles r膬m卯ne de ne卯n葲eles鈥�. Dorin葲a natural膬 de a g膬si un sens (chiar 葯i acolo unde sensul este absent) e contrazis膬 de autor la tot pasul. Procesul e un roman profund ironic, o satir膬 a mecanismelor greoaie ale birocra葲iei 葯i justi葲iei omene葯ti...
P. S. O opinie a lui Susan Sontag cu privire la interpretarea lui Kafka la care subscriu:
鈥濷pera lui Kafka a fost supus膬 unui adev膬rat viol 卯n mas膬 de c膬tre nu mai pu葲in de trei armate de interpre葲i. Cei care-l citesc pe Kafka drept o alegorie social膬 v膬d studii de caz ale frustr膬rilor 葯i absurdit膬葲ii nebune葯ti ale birocra葲iei moderne 葯i ale manifest膬rii ei ultime 卯n statul totalitar. Cei care-l citesc pe Kafka drept o alegorie psihanalitic膬 v膬d dezv膬luiri disperate ale spaimei 卯n fa葲a tat膬lui, anxiet膬葲i de castrare, sentimentul propriei neputin葲e, starea sa de sclav al propriilor vise. Cei care-l citesc pe Kafka drept alegorie religioas膬 arat膬 cum K. din Castelul 卯ncearc膬 s膬 ob葲in膬 accesul 卯n ceruri, cum Joseph K. din Procesul este judecat de tainica 葯i inexorabila dreptate a lui Dumnezeu...鈥� (脦mpotriva interpret膬rii, Bucure葯ti: Editura Univers, 2000, pp.18-19).
April 25, 2024
"賲賳 丕賱兀賮囟賱 睾丕賱亘丕賸 兀賳 賷賰賵賳 丕賱賲乇亍 賲賰亘賱丕賸 亘丕賱兀睾賱丕賱 賲賳 兀賳 賷賰賵賳 丨乇丕賸 胤賱賷賯丕賸.."
賴賱 賲毓賳賷 賰丿丞 廿賳 賲賮賷卮 丨丕噩丞 廿爻賲賴丕 丨乇賷丞責
賴賱 賴賷 賲噩乇丿 賰賱賲丞 賲賵噩賵丿丞 賮賯胤 賮賷 丕賱賰鬲亘 賵丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲責!
賴賱 賴匕丕 賲丕 賷毓賳賷賴 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱廿賯鬲亘丕爻責
毓賱賷 賲丕 兀馗賳..丌賴:)
丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞...丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 賱賲 賷賳賴賴丕 賰丕賮賰丕 賵 兀賵氐賷 賮賷 賵氐賷鬲賴 兀賳 賷鬲賲 鬲丿賲賷乇賴丕 賵 賱賰賳 賱丨爻賳 丕賱丨馗 氐丿賷賯賴 賵丕賱賵氐賷 毓賱賷 廿乇孬賴 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賲丕賰爻 亘乇賵丿 禺丕賱賮 廿乇丕丿鬲賴 賵賯丕賲 亘鬲賰賲賱鬲賴丕 賵 賳卮乇賴丕 賱賰賷 賳賯乇兀 噩賲賷毓丕賸 賴匕丕 丕賱毓賲賱 丕賱賲賲鬲毓...
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"賲賳 胤亘賷毓丞 賴匕丕 丕賱賯囟丕亍 兀賳 賷購丿賷賳 丕賱賲乇亍貙賱賷爻 賵賴賵 亘乇卅 賮丨爻亘貙亘賱 賵賴賵 睾賷乇 毓丕乇賮 兀賷囟丕賸.."
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 鬲丨賲賱 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賲毓丕賳賷 賵 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱鬲兀賵賷賱丕鬲 兀賷囟丕賸...
兀賳丕 卮賵賮鬲賴丕 乇賵丕賷丞 鬲賳丿乇噩 鬲丨鬲 兀丿亘 丕賱賲丿賷賳丞 丕賱賮丕爻丿丞 兀賵 丕賱丿賷爻鬲賵亘賷丕..賮賰乇鬲賳賷 卮賵賷丞 亘丕賱兀禺 丕賱兀賰亘乇 賮賷 乇賵丕賷丞 噩賵乇噩 兀賵乇賵賷賱 佟侃侉伽...
賰丕賮賰丕 賴賳丕 亘賷鬲賰賱賲 毓賳 睾賷丕亘 丕賱毓丿丕賱丞 貙毓賳 廿賲賰丕賳賷丞 廿毓鬲賯丕賱賰 賮賷 兀賷 賵賯鬲 亘丿賵賳 賵噩賴 丨賯 賵 丨鬲賷 丕賱丿賮丕毓 毓賳賰 睾賷乇 賲爻賲賵丨 亘賴 賯丕賳賵賳賷丕賸 廿賳賲丕 鬲鬲爻丕賴賱 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賮賷 兀賲乇賴 賵 睾丕賱亘丕賸 廿賳 賵噩賴鬲 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 兀賷 廿鬲賴丕賲 賱賲鬲賴賲 賮賴賷 鬲賰賵賳 毓賱賷 賯賳丕毓丞 鬲丕賲丞 亘匕賳亘賴 賵賲賳 丕賱賲爻鬲丨賷賱 夭丨夭丨鬲賴丕 毓賳 賲賵賯賮 丕賱廿賯鬲賳丕毓..
賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 兀賱賯賷 賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱囟賵亍 毓賱賷 賮爻丕丿 丕賱賲丐爻爻丕鬲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷丞 兀賵 丕賱丨賰賵賲賷丞 亘氐賵乇丞 毓丕賲丞 丕賱賱賷 亘丿賵乇賴 亘賷賳毓賰爻 毓賱賷 丕賱賲賵丕胤賳 丕賱毓丕丿賷 賵亘鬲噩毓賱賴 賮丕爻丿 兀賷囟丕賸 丨鬲賷 賱賵 賰丕賳 賲爻鬲賯賷賲...
"賴匕賴 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賲丐賱賮丞 賰賱賴丕 鬲賯乇賷亘丕賸 賲賳 氐賷丕丿賷 丕賱賳爻丕亍..丕毓乇囟 丕賲乇兀丞 賲賳 亘毓賷丿 毓賱賷 賯丕囟賷 丕賱鬲丨賯賷賯 賵爻鬲噩丿賴 賷賯賱亘 胤丕賵賱丞 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賲毓 丕賱賲鬲賴賲貙賮賯胤 賱賷氐賱 廿賱賷 丕賱賲乇兀丞 賮賷 丕賱賵賯鬲 丕賱賲賳丕爻亘.."
賮賷 賰賱 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賰丕賮賰丕 賰丕賳 賷胤賱賯 毓賱賷 丕爻賲 丕賱亘胤賱"賰" ..賴賱 賰 賴賵 賰丕賮賰丕責
賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱匕賷 賰丕賳 賷毓丕賳賷 賲賳 賲毓丕賲賱賴 兀亘賷賴 丕賱爻賷卅丞 賵 賯爻賵鬲賴 毓賱賷賴 賰賲丕 賵囟丨 賮賷 乇爻丕賱鬲賴 賱賴..
賴賱 賲賲賰賳 賳毓鬲亘乇賴丕 乇賵丕賷丞 賳賮爻賷丞 賵 廿賳賴丕 亘鬲毓賰爻 氐賵乇丞 賱賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱賲囟胤賴丿 毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳 胤賮賱丕賸 賵兀氐亘丨 賰 賮賷 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賴賳丕 賲毓鬲賯賱 貙賲馗賱賵賲貙賵 賲卮 毓丕乇賮 賷丿丕賮毓 毓賳 賳賮爻賴責
賷賯賵賱 賰丕賮賰丕 賮賷 乇爻丕賱鬲賴 廿賱賷 賵丕賱丿賴 '賰丕賳鬲 賰鬲丕亘丕鬲賷 鬲鬲賲丨賵乇 丨賵賱賰' 賵 丕賱噩賲賱丞 丿賷 毓賱賷 賲丕 兀馗賳 鬲賮爻乇 丕賱賰孬賷乇...
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱氐乇丕丨丞 兀氐毓亘 賵兀毓賲賯 賲賳 廿賳賷 兀丨丕賵賱 兀丨賱賱 賰賱 噩賵丕賳亘賴丕..
賳丨賳 兀賲丕賲 乇賵丕賷丞 廿爻鬲孬賳丕卅賷丞..鬲賯乇兀 毓賱賷 賲賴賱 ..丨鬲毓賷丿 賮賷賴丕 賮賯乇丕鬲 賵爻丕毓丕鬲 氐賮丨丕鬲 毓卮丕賳 鬲丨丕賵賱 鬲賮賴賲 賯氐丿賴 廿賷賴..
賵亘毓丿 賲丕 鬲禺賱氐賴丕 丨鬲賯賵賱 賱賳賮爻賰 丨丕噩丞 賵丕丨丿丞 亘爻..
what a novel..what a writer..what a master piece馃槏
賴賱 賲毓賳賷 賰丿丞 廿賳 賲賮賷卮 丨丕噩丞 廿爻賲賴丕 丨乇賷丞責
賴賱 賴賷 賲噩乇丿 賰賱賲丞 賲賵噩賵丿丞 賮賯胤 賮賷 丕賱賰鬲亘 賵丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲責!
賴賱 賴匕丕 賲丕 賷毓賳賷賴 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱廿賯鬲亘丕爻責
毓賱賷 賲丕 兀馗賳..丌賴:)
丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞...丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 賱賲 賷賳賴賴丕 賰丕賮賰丕 賵 兀賵氐賷 賮賷 賵氐賷鬲賴 兀賳 賷鬲賲 鬲丿賲賷乇賴丕 賵 賱賰賳 賱丨爻賳 丕賱丨馗 氐丿賷賯賴 賵丕賱賵氐賷 毓賱賷 廿乇孬賴 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賲丕賰爻 亘乇賵丿 禺丕賱賮 廿乇丕丿鬲賴 賵賯丕賲 亘鬲賰賲賱鬲賴丕 賵 賳卮乇賴丕 賱賰賷 賳賯乇兀 噩賲賷毓丕賸 賴匕丕 丕賱毓賲賱 丕賱賲賲鬲毓...
鬲丿賵乇 兀丨丿丕孬 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 丨賵賱 噩賵夭賷賮 賰 賵賴賵 賲賵馗賮 賲氐乇賮賷 賲丨鬲乇賲 貙廿爻鬲賷賯馗 匕丕鬲 賷賵賲 賮賷 毓賷丿 賲賷賱丕丿賴 丕賱孬賱丕孬賷賳 賵賵噩丿 賳賮爻賴 賲毓鬲賯賱 囟丿 鬲賴賲丞 賱丕 賷爻鬲胤賷毓 丨鬲賶 丕賱丨氐賵賱 毓賱賶 賲毓賱賵賲丕鬲 毓賳賴丕 賵賲毓 匕賱賰 賴賵 賱賲 賷爻噩賳 賵賱賰賳 鬲乇賰 丨乇丕賸 賮賷 廿賳鬲馗丕乇 賲丨丕賰賲鬲賴!
丕賱廿噩乇丕亍丕鬲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷丞 鬲噩乇賷 亘氐賵乇丞 爻乇賷丞 賮賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 ..賯囟賷丞 賱賳 賷乇賷 賮賷賴丕 丕賱賯丕囟賷 賵 賲丨賰賲丞 毓購賱賷丕 賱賳 賷氐賱 廿賱賷賴丕 兀亘丿丕賸!
"賲賳 胤亘賷毓丞 賴匕丕 丕賱賯囟丕亍 兀賳 賷購丿賷賳 丕賱賲乇亍貙賱賷爻 賵賴賵 亘乇卅 賮丨爻亘貙亘賱 賵賴賵 睾賷乇 毓丕乇賮 兀賷囟丕賸.."
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 鬲丨賲賱 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賲毓丕賳賷 賵 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱鬲兀賵賷賱丕鬲 兀賷囟丕賸...
兀賳丕 卮賵賮鬲賴丕 乇賵丕賷丞 鬲賳丿乇噩 鬲丨鬲 兀丿亘 丕賱賲丿賷賳丞 丕賱賮丕爻丿丞 兀賵 丕賱丿賷爻鬲賵亘賷丕..賮賰乇鬲賳賷 卮賵賷丞 亘丕賱兀禺 丕賱兀賰亘乇 賮賷 乇賵丕賷丞 噩賵乇噩 兀賵乇賵賷賱 佟侃侉伽...
賰丕賮賰丕 賴賳丕 亘賷鬲賰賱賲 毓賳 睾賷丕亘 丕賱毓丿丕賱丞 貙毓賳 廿賲賰丕賳賷丞 廿毓鬲賯丕賱賰 賮賷 兀賷 賵賯鬲 亘丿賵賳 賵噩賴 丨賯 賵 丨鬲賷 丕賱丿賮丕毓 毓賳賰 睾賷乇 賲爻賲賵丨 亘賴 賯丕賳賵賳賷丕賸 廿賳賲丕 鬲鬲爻丕賴賱 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賮賷 兀賲乇賴 賵 睾丕賱亘丕賸 廿賳 賵噩賴鬲 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 兀賷 廿鬲賴丕賲 賱賲鬲賴賲 賮賴賷 鬲賰賵賳 毓賱賷 賯賳丕毓丞 鬲丕賲丞 亘匕賳亘賴 賵賲賳 丕賱賲爻鬲丨賷賱 夭丨夭丨鬲賴丕 毓賳 賲賵賯賮 丕賱廿賯鬲賳丕毓..
賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 兀賱賯賷 賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱囟賵亍 毓賱賷 賮爻丕丿 丕賱賲丐爻爻丕鬲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷丞 兀賵 丕賱丨賰賵賲賷丞 亘氐賵乇丞 毓丕賲丞 丕賱賱賷 亘丿賵乇賴 亘賷賳毓賰爻 毓賱賷 丕賱賲賵丕胤賳 丕賱毓丕丿賷 賵亘鬲噩毓賱賴 賮丕爻丿 兀賷囟丕賸 丨鬲賷 賱賵 賰丕賳 賲爻鬲賯賷賲...
"賴匕賴 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賲丐賱賮丞 賰賱賴丕 鬲賯乇賷亘丕賸 賲賳 氐賷丕丿賷 丕賱賳爻丕亍..丕毓乇囟 丕賲乇兀丞 賲賳 亘毓賷丿 毓賱賷 賯丕囟賷 丕賱鬲丨賯賷賯 賵爻鬲噩丿賴 賷賯賱亘 胤丕賵賱丞 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賲毓 丕賱賲鬲賴賲貙賮賯胤 賱賷氐賱 廿賱賷 丕賱賲乇兀丞 賮賷 丕賱賵賯鬲 丕賱賲賳丕爻亘.."
賮賷 賰賱 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賰丕賮賰丕 賰丕賳 賷胤賱賯 毓賱賷 丕爻賲 丕賱亘胤賱"賰" ..賴賱 賰 賴賵 賰丕賮賰丕責
賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱匕賷 賰丕賳 賷毓丕賳賷 賲賳 賲毓丕賲賱賴 兀亘賷賴 丕賱爻賷卅丞 賵 賯爻賵鬲賴 毓賱賷賴 賰賲丕 賵囟丨 賮賷 乇爻丕賱鬲賴 賱賴..
賴賱 賲賲賰賳 賳毓鬲亘乇賴丕 乇賵丕賷丞 賳賮爻賷丞 賵 廿賳賴丕 亘鬲毓賰爻 氐賵乇丞 賱賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱賲囟胤賴丿 毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳 胤賮賱丕賸 賵兀氐亘丨 賰 賮賷 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賴賳丕 賲毓鬲賯賱 貙賲馗賱賵賲貙賵 賲卮 毓丕乇賮 賷丿丕賮毓 毓賳 賳賮爻賴責
賷賯賵賱 賰丕賮賰丕 賮賷 乇爻丕賱鬲賴 廿賱賷 賵丕賱丿賴 '賰丕賳鬲 賰鬲丕亘丕鬲賷 鬲鬲賲丨賵乇 丨賵賱賰' 賵 丕賱噩賲賱丞 丿賷 毓賱賷 賲丕 兀馗賳 鬲賮爻乇 丕賱賰孬賷乇...
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賳丨賳 兀賲丕賲 乇賵丕賷丞 廿爻鬲孬賳丕卅賷丞..鬲賯乇兀 毓賱賷 賲賴賱 ..丨鬲毓賷丿 賮賷賴丕 賮賯乇丕鬲 賵爻丕毓丕鬲 氐賮丨丕鬲 毓卮丕賳 鬲丨丕賵賱 鬲賮賴賲 賯氐丿賴 廿賷賴..
賵亘毓丿 賲丕 鬲禺賱氐賴丕 丨鬲賯賵賱 賱賳賮爻賰 丨丕噩丞 賵丕丨丿丞 亘爻..
what a novel..what a writer..what a master piece馃槏
December 15, 2022
IO SO CHE TU SAI CHE IO SO
Giovanni Battista Piranesi
Qualcuno doveva aver calunniato Josef K., perch茅 un mattino, senza che avesse fatto niente di male, fu arrestato.
Tutto comincia di mattina, al risveglio, come la pazzesca vicenda di Gregor Samsa in La metamorfosi, che un mattino si svegli貌 e si scopr矛 trasformato in scarafaggio. Il risveglio 猫 il momento pi霉 rischioso del giorno, quello di maggiore fragilit脿 esistenziale.
La storia dura un anno: dal trentesimo compleanno del protagonista alla viglia del suo trentunesimo, giorno in cui la Giustizia degli uomini lo condanna ed esegue la sentenza di colpevolezza.
Maurits Cornelis Escher
Per quanto incompiuto, e pubblicato postumo, io lo giudico il miglior Kafka insieme a La metamorfosi. Siamo a vertici altissimi considerato che i due romanzi conclusi, America e Il castello sono praticamente due capolavori.
E, sbrigo subito pratica che sento ineludibile: il protagonista del magnifico romanzo di Coetzee, Michael K (Life and Time of Michael K.), mi pare un palese omaggio all鈥檌mmenso scrittore di Praga (che scriveva in tedesco).
Altro omaggio che sento di voler pagare 猫 al bistrattato ma magnifico film omonimo di Orson Welles, The Trial, con l鈥檌nquietante Anthony 鈥淧sycho鈥� Perkins, il nostro grande Arnoldo Fo脿, che era perfettamente in grado di recitare in inglese, e un parterre di attrici da brivido: la nostra Elsa Martinelly, Romy Schneider, Jeanne Moreau.
Paul Delvaux
Il processo per un鈥檃ccusa che non viene mai davvero enunciata. E quindi, qual 猫 la colpa? Come difendersi? Come dimostrare la propria innocenza?
E se non si conosce il capo d鈥檌mputazione, sappiamo davvero chi sia l鈥檃ccusato Joseph K., omonimo del protagonista dell鈥檃ltro romanzo Il castello: nient鈥檃ltro. Perch茅 a quella kappa maiuscola non segue mai il resto del cognome?
Ansia, angoscia, inquietudine: tutte servite su un piatto d鈥檃rgento costituito da questi dieci capitoli.
Ren茅 Magritte
Emozioni che crescono con lo scorrere delle pagine: Joseph K. 猫 accusato, ma non gli dicono di o per cosa 鈥� per貌 lo avvisano che c鈥櫭� un processo in corso a suo carico, hanno gi脿 cominciato a processarlo senza avvertirlo! Ma non deve preoccuparsi, i poliziotti, che si sono ben guardati dall鈥檌dentificarsi con chiarezza, lo lasciano libero, e pu貌 perfino continuare a lavorare in banca.
Tuttavia Joseph K. vuole affrontare la questione senza aspettare. Ma fatica a trovare il tribunale, che 猫 in un quartiere periferico, in un palazzo anonimo, e la sua aula 猫 in soffitta! Non basta: l鈥檜dienza 猫 affollatissima, ma perch茅 mai tutta quella gente 猫 curiosa di seguire la sorte processuale di Joseph K. che neppure conosce?
Max Ernst.
Joseph commette il primo errore: nel primo interrogatorio si lancia in una lunga dichiarazione che 猫 un atto d鈥檃ccusa all鈥檌ntero sistema giudiziario. Come se le cose funzionassero secondo logica. Come se Kafka non avesse trascinato il suo protagonista e il lettore nel regno dell鈥檃ssurdo.
Romy Schneider, Anthony Perkins e Orson Welles sul set.
Segreta 猫 la colpa, sconosciuti sono i giudici, misterioso il funzionamento giudiziario: il Potere si difende aumentando le difficolt脿. Non 猫 neppure certo che le difese scritte inviate alla corte vengano davvero lette, men che meno prese in considerazione. Appare sempre pi霉 evidente che nessuno viene ritenuto mai davvero innocente: e una volta che l鈥檃ccusa 猫 lanciata, la colpa verr脿 provata, e la sentenza eseguita.
Incubo? Allucinazione? Paradosso? Surreale? Distopia? Sedimenti cabalistici, racconti talmudici, frammenti di mistica ebraica?
Eppure ci sono momenti comici, divertenti.
Atmosfera che pi霉 kafkiana non 猫 possibile.
Gli parve che la vergogna gli dovesse sopravvivere.
Orson Welles impegnato nella regia del film.
Giovanni Battista Piranesi
Qualcuno doveva aver calunniato Josef K., perch茅 un mattino, senza che avesse fatto niente di male, fu arrestato.
Tutto comincia di mattina, al risveglio, come la pazzesca vicenda di Gregor Samsa in La metamorfosi, che un mattino si svegli貌 e si scopr矛 trasformato in scarafaggio. Il risveglio 猫 il momento pi霉 rischioso del giorno, quello di maggiore fragilit脿 esistenziale.
La storia dura un anno: dal trentesimo compleanno del protagonista alla viglia del suo trentunesimo, giorno in cui la Giustizia degli uomini lo condanna ed esegue la sentenza di colpevolezza.
Maurits Cornelis Escher
Per quanto incompiuto, e pubblicato postumo, io lo giudico il miglior Kafka insieme a La metamorfosi. Siamo a vertici altissimi considerato che i due romanzi conclusi, America e Il castello sono praticamente due capolavori.
E, sbrigo subito pratica che sento ineludibile: il protagonista del magnifico romanzo di Coetzee, Michael K (Life and Time of Michael K.), mi pare un palese omaggio all鈥檌mmenso scrittore di Praga (che scriveva in tedesco).
Altro omaggio che sento di voler pagare 猫 al bistrattato ma magnifico film omonimo di Orson Welles, The Trial, con l鈥檌nquietante Anthony 鈥淧sycho鈥� Perkins, il nostro grande Arnoldo Fo脿, che era perfettamente in grado di recitare in inglese, e un parterre di attrici da brivido: la nostra Elsa Martinelly, Romy Schneider, Jeanne Moreau.
Paul Delvaux
Il processo per un鈥檃ccusa che non viene mai davvero enunciata. E quindi, qual 猫 la colpa? Come difendersi? Come dimostrare la propria innocenza?
E se non si conosce il capo d鈥檌mputazione, sappiamo davvero chi sia l鈥檃ccusato Joseph K., omonimo del protagonista dell鈥檃ltro romanzo Il castello: nient鈥檃ltro. Perch茅 a quella kappa maiuscola non segue mai il resto del cognome?
Ansia, angoscia, inquietudine: tutte servite su un piatto d鈥檃rgento costituito da questi dieci capitoli.
Ren茅 Magritte
Emozioni che crescono con lo scorrere delle pagine: Joseph K. 猫 accusato, ma non gli dicono di o per cosa 鈥� per貌 lo avvisano che c鈥櫭� un processo in corso a suo carico, hanno gi脿 cominciato a processarlo senza avvertirlo! Ma non deve preoccuparsi, i poliziotti, che si sono ben guardati dall鈥檌dentificarsi con chiarezza, lo lasciano libero, e pu貌 perfino continuare a lavorare in banca.
Tuttavia Joseph K. vuole affrontare la questione senza aspettare. Ma fatica a trovare il tribunale, che 猫 in un quartiere periferico, in un palazzo anonimo, e la sua aula 猫 in soffitta! Non basta: l鈥檜dienza 猫 affollatissima, ma perch茅 mai tutta quella gente 猫 curiosa di seguire la sorte processuale di Joseph K. che neppure conosce?
Max Ernst.
Joseph commette il primo errore: nel primo interrogatorio si lancia in una lunga dichiarazione che 猫 un atto d鈥檃ccusa all鈥檌ntero sistema giudiziario. Come se le cose funzionassero secondo logica. Come se Kafka non avesse trascinato il suo protagonista e il lettore nel regno dell鈥檃ssurdo.
Romy Schneider, Anthony Perkins e Orson Welles sul set.
Segreta 猫 la colpa, sconosciuti sono i giudici, misterioso il funzionamento giudiziario: il Potere si difende aumentando le difficolt脿. Non 猫 neppure certo che le difese scritte inviate alla corte vengano davvero lette, men che meno prese in considerazione. Appare sempre pi霉 evidente che nessuno viene ritenuto mai davvero innocente: e una volta che l鈥檃ccusa 猫 lanciata, la colpa verr脿 provata, e la sentenza eseguita.
Incubo? Allucinazione? Paradosso? Surreale? Distopia? Sedimenti cabalistici, racconti talmudici, frammenti di mistica ebraica?
Eppure ci sono momenti comici, divertenti.
Atmosfera che pi霉 kafkiana non 猫 possibile.
Gli parve che la vergogna gli dovesse sopravvivere.
Orson Welles impegnato nella regia del film.
April 17, 2020
趩賳丿 卮亘 倬蹖卮 賮蹖賱賲 芦亘夭乇诏乇丕賴 诏賲卮丿賴禄 丕夭 丿蹖賵蹖丿 賱蹖賳趩 乇丕 丿蹖丿賲. 亘毓丿 丕夭 賮蹖賱賲貙 亘賴 毓丕丿鬲 賴賲蹖卮诏蹖貙 賮賵乇蹖 賲乇賵乇诏乇 丕蹖賳鬲乇賳鬲 乇丕 亘丕夭 讴乇丿賲 賵 爻乇趩 讴乇丿賲:
Lost highway WTF?!
賯亘賱 鬲乇 讴賴 賮蹖賱賲 芦讴賱賴 倬丕讴 讴賳蹖禄 乇丕 丿蹖丿賴 亘賵丿賲 賴賲 賲卮丕亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 乇丕 爻乇趩 讴乇丿賲 賵 賴賲蹖賳 胤賵乇 賯亘賱 鬲乇卮 讴賴 芦賲丕賱賴丕賱賳丿 丿乇丕蹖賵禄 乇丕 丿蹖丿賴 亘賵丿賲. 賴乇 亘丕乇 賴賲 讴賱蹖 賳鬲丕蹖噩 禺賳丿賴 丌賵乇蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴乇丿賲! 亘蹖賳賳丿賴 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丕夭 乇賵賳丿 丌卮賮鬲賴 賵 賴匕蹖丕賳 诏賵賳踿 賮蹖賱賲 亘賴 爻乇 丿乇丿 丕賮鬲丕丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 賵 亘丕 毓氐亘丕賳蹖鬲 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賳丿 亘丿丕賳賳丿 丕蹖賳 丿蹖诏乇 趩蹖 亘賵丿 讴賴 丿蹖丿賳丿責 賵 丿蹖诏乇丕賳蹖 讴賴 噩賵丕亘 丿丕丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 賵 爻毓蹖 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 亘乇丕蹖 丕鬲賮丕賯丕鬲 賳丕賲乇亘賵胤 賮蹖賱賲 亘賴 賴乇 夭賵乇 賵 夭丨賲鬲蹖 讴賴 卮丿賴 鬲賵噩蹖賴蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳賳丿貙 丨鬲蹖 鬲賵噩蹖賴丕鬲蹖 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 賵 丌亘讴蹖. 鬲賲丕卮丕蹖 丕蹖賳 鬲賱丕卮 賴丕蹖 賲匕亘賵丨丕賳賴 亘乇丕蹖 噩丕 丿丕丿賳 蹖讴 鬲噩乇亘踿 丌夭丕乇丿賴賳丿踿 睾蹖乇毓賯賱丕賳蹖 丿乇 賯丕賱亘蹖 讴賴 賳馗賲 賵 賲毓賳丕蹖蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳丿貙 賴賲蹖卮賴 亘乇丕蹖賲 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 亘賵丿賴 賵 賴爻鬲. 賳賴 賮賯胤 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 賮蹖賱賲 賴丕蹖 丿蹖賵蹖丿 賱蹖賳趩. 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 鬲賲丕賲 亘賴 丕氐胤賱丕丨 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕 賵 鬲丨賱蹖賱 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 爻毓蹖 賲蹖 讴賳賳丿 賵賯丕蹖毓 蹖讴 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 乇丕 亘賴 卮讴賱蹖 賳賲丕丿蹖賳 蹖丕 亘賴 賴乇 鬲乇鬲蹖亘 丿蹖诏乇貙 亘賴 诏賵賳賴 丕蹖 亘丕夭爻丕夭蹖 讴賳賳丿 讴賴 丌賳 丌夭丕乇丿賴賳丿诏蹖 賳丕卮蹖 丕夭 鬲賵噩蹖賴 賳丕倬匕蹖乇蹖 乇丕 丕夭 丿爻鬲 亘丿賴賳丿貙 賵 亘丕 賮賴賲 賴乇 乇賵夭賴 爻丕夭诏丕乇 卮賵賳丿.
丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖 讴丕賮讴丕 丕夭 賴賲蹖賳 丿爻鬲賳丿. 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賵賯鬲蹖 丿乇 丌賳 賴丕 睾乇賯 賲蹖 卮賵蹖 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 睾乇蹖亘 賵 賵賴賲 丕賳诏蹖夭 乇丕 鬲噩乇亘賴 賲蹖 讴賳蹖. 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 讴丕賲賱丕賸 卮亘蹖賴 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 丿賳蹖丕蹖 禺賵丿賲丕賳貙 賵賱蹖 睾蹖乇賯丕亘賱 鬲賵囟蹖丨 亘丕 賯賵丕毓丿蹖 讴賴 亘賴 丌賳 禺賵 讴乇丿賴 丕蹖賲. 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 丿賱蹖賱 賵丨卮鬲蹖 亘蹖丕賳 賳卮丿賳蹖 丿乇 胤賵賱 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 噩乇蹖丕賳 丿丕乇丿. 丿乇 賲賯丕亘賱貙 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕 賵 鬲丨賱蹖賱 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丕夭 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖 讴丕賮讴丕 卮丿賴貙 亘賴 胤賵乇 讴丕賲賱 丕夭 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 讴賴 讴丕賮讴丕 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賴 禺賱賯 讴賳丿 亘蹖乇賵賳 丕爻鬲貙 賵 丨鬲蹖 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖 讴賳丿 丌賳 乇丕 鬲禺乇蹖亘 讴賳丿. 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖 讴賳丿 賴賲踿 丌賳 丕丨爻丕爻 賴丕蹖 亘蹖丕賳 賳卮丿賳蹖 乇丕 亘丕 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕蹖蹖 倬蹖卮 倬丕 丕賮鬲丕丿賴貙 丿乇 賯丕賱亘 賴丕蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 噩丕 亘丿賴丿:
爻賵爻讴 賲爻禺責
丕賳爻丕賳 丕夭禺賵丿亘蹖诏丕賳賴貙 丿爻鬲賲丕賱蹖 卮丿賴 鬲乇蹖賳 賵 丿乇 賳鬲蹖噩賴 倬蹖卮 倬丕 丕賮鬲丕丿賴 鬲乇蹖賳 賲賮賴賵賲 賯乇賳 賳賵夭丿賴賲 賵 亘蹖爻鬲賲.
丿丕丿诏丕賴 賲丨丕讴賲賴責
亘賵乇賵讴乇丕爻蹖 賮丕爻丿.
賵 賮丕噩毓賴 鬲乇 丕夭 賴賲賴貙 賯氐乇: 賲賱讴賵鬲 丌爻賲丕賳!
賵賯鬲蹖 丿乇 氐賮丨丕鬲 丕蹖賳鬲乇賳鬲 賲蹖 趩乇禺賲 賵 鬲賵噩蹖賴 賴丕蹖 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 丌丿賲 賴丕 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 賮蹖賱賲 賴丕蹖 賱蹖賳趩 乇丕 賲蹖 禺賵丕賳賲貙 賴賲蹖卮賴 蹖讴 賮讴乇 丿乇 匕賴賳賲 趩乇禺 賲蹖 禺賵乇丿: 丕蹖賳 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賮蹖賱賲 乇丕 丕蹖賳 胤賵乇 鬲賮爻蹖乇 賵 賮賴賲 讴乇丿賴 丕賳丿貙 倬爻 丕夭 趩賴 趩蹖夭 賮蹖賱賲 賱匕鬲 亘乇丿賴 丕賳丿責
倬 賳:
丕蹖賳 乇蹖賵蹖賵蹖 賯丿蹖賲 賲賳 丕夭 賲丨丕讴賲賴 丕爻鬲貙 丌蹖丕 賲賳 賴賲 亘賴 丿賳亘丕賱 鬲賮爻蹖乇 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賵丿賲責
賲毓乇賵賮賴 讴賴 賲蹖诏賳 丕爻賲 芦讴禄 亘乇丕蹖 卮禺氐蹖鬲 丕賵賱貙 賳卮賵賳 丿賴賳丿賴 蹖 丕蹖賳賴 讴賴 讴丕賮讴丕 賳賲蹖禺丕丿 卮禺氐蹖鬲 倬乇丿丕夭蹖 亘讴賳賴. 賳賲蹖禺丕丿 卮禺氐蹖鬲卮 丨鬲丕 丕爻賲 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮賴. 丕蹖賳貙 卮丕蹖丿 賲賴賲 鬲乇賷賳 禺氐賵氐賷鬲 芦讴禄 亘丕卮賴. 亘蹖 賴賵蹖鬲 賵 亘蹖 卮禺氐蹖鬲 亘賵丿賳卮. 卮禺氐賷鬲 丕賳賮毓丕賱賶 丿丕卮鬲賳卮. 丕賵 賴賲賵丕乇賴 賲丨賰賵賲 亘賵丿賴貙 賴賲趩賳丕賳 賰賴 丿乇 丿丕丿诏丕賴 亘賶 賳丕賲 賵 賳卮丕賳 賲丨賰賵賲 賲蹖卮賴. 賲丨賰賵賲 亘賵丿賴 賰賴 噩賴丕賳 賵 丿賷诏乇丕賳 賴賵賷鬲卮 乇賵 鬲毓賷賷賳 賰賳賳. 賴賲蹖卮賴 賴賲乇丕賴 亘丕 噩賴鬲 噩賴丕賳 丕胤乇丕賮卮 丨乇讴鬲 賲蹖讴賳賴. 毓賲賵卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 丿禺鬲乇賰 賳丕賯氐 丕賱禺賱賯賴 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 賵賰賷賱卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 乇賷賷爻卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴 賵 賳賴丕賷鬲丕賸貙 丿丕丿诏丕賴 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴賳賴 賰賴 賲亘丕乇夭賴 賰賳賴 賵 毓賱賷賴 賴賲賴 賶 丕賷賳 賴丕 亘卮賵乇賴貙 賵賱賶 卮賰爻鬲 賲蹖禺賵乇賴.
Lost highway WTF?!
賯亘賱 鬲乇 讴賴 賮蹖賱賲 芦讴賱賴 倬丕讴 讴賳蹖禄 乇丕 丿蹖丿賴 亘賵丿賲 賴賲 賲卮丕亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 乇丕 爻乇趩 讴乇丿賲 賵 賴賲蹖賳 胤賵乇 賯亘賱 鬲乇卮 讴賴 芦賲丕賱賴丕賱賳丿 丿乇丕蹖賵禄 乇丕 丿蹖丿賴 亘賵丿賲. 賴乇 亘丕乇 賴賲 讴賱蹖 賳鬲丕蹖噩 禺賳丿賴 丌賵乇蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴乇丿賲! 亘蹖賳賳丿賴 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丕夭 乇賵賳丿 丌卮賮鬲賴 賵 賴匕蹖丕賳 诏賵賳踿 賮蹖賱賲 亘賴 爻乇 丿乇丿 丕賮鬲丕丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 賵 亘丕 毓氐亘丕賳蹖鬲 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賳丿 亘丿丕賳賳丿 丕蹖賳 丿蹖诏乇 趩蹖 亘賵丿 讴賴 丿蹖丿賳丿責 賵 丿蹖诏乇丕賳蹖 讴賴 噩賵丕亘 丿丕丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 賵 爻毓蹖 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿賳丿 亘乇丕蹖 丕鬲賮丕賯丕鬲 賳丕賲乇亘賵胤 賮蹖賱賲 亘賴 賴乇 夭賵乇 賵 夭丨賲鬲蹖 讴賴 卮丿賴 鬲賵噩蹖賴蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳賳丿貙 丨鬲蹖 鬲賵噩蹖賴丕鬲蹖 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 賵 丌亘讴蹖. 鬲賲丕卮丕蹖 丕蹖賳 鬲賱丕卮 賴丕蹖 賲匕亘賵丨丕賳賴 亘乇丕蹖 噩丕 丿丕丿賳 蹖讴 鬲噩乇亘踿 丌夭丕乇丿賴賳丿踿 睾蹖乇毓賯賱丕賳蹖 丿乇 賯丕賱亘蹖 讴賴 賳馗賲 賵 賲毓賳丕蹖蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳丿貙 賴賲蹖卮賴 亘乇丕蹖賲 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 亘賵丿賴 賵 賴爻鬲. 賳賴 賮賯胤 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 賮蹖賱賲 賴丕蹖 丿蹖賵蹖丿 賱蹖賳趩. 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 鬲賲丕賲 亘賴 丕氐胤賱丕丨 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕 賵 鬲丨賱蹖賱 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 爻毓蹖 賲蹖 讴賳賳丿 賵賯丕蹖毓 蹖讴 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 乇丕 亘賴 卮讴賱蹖 賳賲丕丿蹖賳 蹖丕 亘賴 賴乇 鬲乇鬲蹖亘 丿蹖诏乇貙 亘賴 诏賵賳賴 丕蹖 亘丕夭爻丕夭蹖 讴賳賳丿 讴賴 丌賳 丌夭丕乇丿賴賳丿诏蹖 賳丕卮蹖 丕夭 鬲賵噩蹖賴 賳丕倬匕蹖乇蹖 乇丕 丕夭 丿爻鬲 亘丿賴賳丿貙 賵 亘丕 賮賴賲 賴乇 乇賵夭賴 爻丕夭诏丕乇 卮賵賳丿.
丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖 讴丕賮讴丕 丕夭 賴賲蹖賳 丿爻鬲賳丿. 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賵賯鬲蹖 丿乇 丌賳 賴丕 睾乇賯 賲蹖 卮賵蹖 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 睾乇蹖亘 賵 賵賴賲 丕賳诏蹖夭 乇丕 鬲噩乇亘賴 賲蹖 讴賳蹖. 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 讴丕賲賱丕賸 卮亘蹖賴 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 丿賳蹖丕蹖 禺賵丿賲丕賳貙 賵賱蹖 睾蹖乇賯丕亘賱 鬲賵囟蹖丨 亘丕 賯賵丕毓丿蹖 讴賴 亘賴 丌賳 禺賵 讴乇丿賴 丕蹖賲. 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 丿賱蹖賱 賵丨卮鬲蹖 亘蹖丕賳 賳卮丿賳蹖 丿乇 胤賵賱 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 噩乇蹖丕賳 丿丕乇丿. 丿乇 賲賯丕亘賱貙 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕 賵 鬲丨賱蹖賱 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 丕夭 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賴丕蹖 讴丕賮讴丕 卮丿賴貙 亘賴 胤賵乇 讴丕賲賱 丕夭 丿賳蹖丕蹖蹖 讴賴 讴丕賮讴丕 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賴 禺賱賯 讴賳丿 亘蹖乇賵賳 丕爻鬲貙 賵 丨鬲蹖 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖 讴賳丿 丌賳 乇丕 鬲禺乇蹖亘 讴賳丿. 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖 讴賳丿 賴賲踿 丌賳 丕丨爻丕爻 賴丕蹖 亘蹖丕賳 賳卮丿賳蹖 乇丕 亘丕 鬲賮爻蹖乇賴丕蹖蹖 倬蹖卮 倬丕 丕賮鬲丕丿賴貙 丿乇 賯丕賱亘 賴丕蹖 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 噩丕 亘丿賴丿:
爻賵爻讴 賲爻禺責
丕賳爻丕賳 丕夭禺賵丿亘蹖诏丕賳賴貙 丿爻鬲賲丕賱蹖 卮丿賴 鬲乇蹖賳 賵 丿乇 賳鬲蹖噩賴 倬蹖卮 倬丕 丕賮鬲丕丿賴 鬲乇蹖賳 賲賮賴賵賲 賯乇賳 賳賵夭丿賴賲 賵 亘蹖爻鬲賲.
丿丕丿诏丕賴 賲丨丕讴賲賴責
亘賵乇賵讴乇丕爻蹖 賮丕爻丿.
賵 賮丕噩毓賴 鬲乇 丕夭 賴賲賴貙 賯氐乇: 賲賱讴賵鬲 丌爻賲丕賳!
賵賯鬲蹖 丿乇 氐賮丨丕鬲 丕蹖賳鬲乇賳鬲 賲蹖 趩乇禺賲 賵 鬲賵噩蹖賴 賴丕蹖 禺賳丿賴 丿丕乇 丌丿賲 賴丕 乇丕噩毓 亘賴 賮蹖賱賲 賴丕蹖 賱蹖賳趩 乇丕 賲蹖 禺賵丕賳賲貙 賴賲蹖卮賴 蹖讴 賮讴乇 丿乇 匕賴賳賲 趩乇禺 賲蹖 禺賵乇丿: 丕蹖賳 賴丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賮蹖賱賲 乇丕 丕蹖賳 胤賵乇 鬲賮爻蹖乇 賵 賮賴賲 讴乇丿賴 丕賳丿貙 倬爻 丕夭 趩賴 趩蹖夭 賮蹖賱賲 賱匕鬲 亘乇丿賴 丕賳丿責
倬 賳:
丕蹖賳 乇蹖賵蹖賵蹖 賯丿蹖賲 賲賳 丕夭 賲丨丕讴賲賴 丕爻鬲貙 丌蹖丕 賲賳 賴賲 亘賴 丿賳亘丕賱 鬲賮爻蹖乇 毓賯賱丕賳蹖 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賵丿賲責
賲毓乇賵賮賴 讴賴 賲蹖诏賳 丕爻賲 芦讴禄 亘乇丕蹖 卮禺氐蹖鬲 丕賵賱貙 賳卮賵賳 丿賴賳丿賴 蹖 丕蹖賳賴 讴賴 讴丕賮讴丕 賳賲蹖禺丕丿 卮禺氐蹖鬲 倬乇丿丕夭蹖 亘讴賳賴. 賳賲蹖禺丕丿 卮禺氐蹖鬲卮 丨鬲丕 丕爻賲 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮賴. 丕蹖賳貙 卮丕蹖丿 賲賴賲 鬲乇賷賳 禺氐賵氐賷鬲 芦讴禄 亘丕卮賴. 亘蹖 賴賵蹖鬲 賵 亘蹖 卮禺氐蹖鬲 亘賵丿賳卮. 卮禺氐賷鬲 丕賳賮毓丕賱賶 丿丕卮鬲賳卮. 丕賵 賴賲賵丕乇賴 賲丨賰賵賲 亘賵丿賴貙 賴賲趩賳丕賳 賰賴 丿乇 丿丕丿诏丕賴 亘賶 賳丕賲 賵 賳卮丕賳 賲丨賰賵賲 賲蹖卮賴. 賲丨賰賵賲 亘賵丿賴 賰賴 噩賴丕賳 賵 丿賷诏乇丕賳 賴賵賷鬲卮 乇賵 鬲毓賷賷賳 賰賳賳. 賴賲蹖卮賴 賴賲乇丕賴 亘丕 噩賴鬲 噩賴丕賳 丕胤乇丕賮卮 丨乇讴鬲 賲蹖讴賳賴. 毓賲賵卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 丿禺鬲乇賰 賳丕賯氐 丕賱禺賱賯賴 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 賵賰賷賱卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 乇賷賷爻卮 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴 賵 賳賴丕賷鬲丕賸貙 丿丕丿诏丕賴 亘賴 噩丕卮 鬲氐賲賷賲 賲蹖诏蹖乇賴. 爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴賳賴 賰賴 賲亘丕乇夭賴 賰賳賴 賵 毓賱賷賴 賴賲賴 賶 丕賷賳 賴丕 亘卮賵乇賴貙 賵賱賶 卮賰爻鬲 賲蹖禺賵乇賴.
March 20, 2021
鬲禺賷賱 賲毓賷 賱賱丨馗丞 兀賳 賲丕賰爻 亘乇賵丿 -賳丕卮乇 賰鬲亘 賰丕賮賰丕 鈥�
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賴賱 賰丕賳 賲賲賰賳賸丕 賱毓丕賱賲 丕賱賯乇丕亍 鬲禺賷賱 賲賰鬲亘丞 賰賵賳賷丞
鈥� 賱丕 鬲丨賵賷 禺賱丕氐丞 丕賱賰丕賮丕賰丕賵賷丞 亘賴丕 責
廿賳 胤賱亘 賰丕賮賰丕 丕賱賲噩賳賵賳 亘亘爻丕胤丞 賷爻鬲賰賲賱 乇丨賱鬲賴 丕賱丨賷丕鬲賷丞 鈥�
賵賮賱爻賮鬲賴 丕賱禺丕氐丞 賰賲丕 賷賱賷賯 亘賴丕 賰乇賵丨 毓丿賲賷丞 鈥�
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賵賯丿 兀賵賱賴丕 丕賱賰孬賷乇賵賳 廿賱賶 丕賱兀亘 丕賱匕賷 毓丕賳賶 賲賳賴 賵賲毓賴 丕賱亘丕卅爻 賮乇丕賳夭 賱丌禺乇 賳賮爻
賰丕賳 賰丕賮賰丕 賷賳馗乇 廿賱賶 賳賮爻賴 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 毓賷賳賷 兀亘賷賴
賰賲丕 賮賷 丕賱毓賱丕賯丞 丕賱鬲賷 亘賷賳 丕賱爻賷丿 賵丕賱毓亘丿
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廿賳賴 賷禺鬲亘卅 賵賷禺丕賮 賵賷賰乇賴
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睾丕乇賯丞 賮賷 丕賱囟亘丕亘 賵丕賱賰丌亘丞
賷爻鬲賷賯馗 (賰) 賱賷噩丿 乇噩丕賱賸丕 睾乇亘丕亍 賷丿賵乇賵賳 丨賵賱賴
賱賯丿 賯亘囟 毓賱賷賰
賱賲丕匕丕责
賱丕 兀丨丿 賷噩賷亘
賵亘乇睾賲 兀賳 賰 賷毓鬲乇囟 廿賱丕 兀賳賴 賷爻丕賷乇賴賲
亘賱丕 賯丕囟賷 賵賱丕 鬲賴賲丞 鬲爻鬲賲乇 兀丨丿丕孬 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞
賵 賰 賲毓 丕賱賵賯鬲 賷鬲丨賵賱
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賱賲丕 賷丨丕賱 廿賱賶 賴匕賴 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 丕賱毓亘孬賷丞
賵賲毓 丕賯鬲乇丕亘 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 賷鬲丨賵賱 賰 廿賱賶 丕賱丕爻鬲爻賱丕賲
賱賲 賷毓丿 賷亘丕賱賷 亘卮賷亍
賲卮賶 亘氐乇丕賲丞 亘賷賳賴賲丕(噩賱丕丿賷賴)鈥�
賵卮賰賱 孬賱丕孬鬲賴賲 賰賷丕賳賸丕 賵丕丨丿丕
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丕賱兀賰孬乇 爻賵丿丕賵賷丞 貙貙賵毓賲賯賸丕 貙貙賵丨賷賵丕賳賷丞鈥�
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January 19, 2018
螣喂 蔚蟽蠅蟿蔚蟻喂魏慰委 未伪委渭慰谓蔚蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰 伪谓蔚位苇畏蟿慰 蠂维慰蟼 渭喂伪蟼 伪喂蠋谓喂伪蟼 未委魏畏蟼-魏伪蟿伪未委魏畏蟼.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 螝. (螝伪畏渭苇谓慰蟼- 螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚谓慰蟼-螝维蠁魏伪) 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼. 螒蠀蟿蠈 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 伪蟻蠂喂魏维 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位蔚喂蠅蟿喂魏维 蟿畏谓 喂未喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀.
螖畏位蠋谓蔚喂 伪胃蠋慰蟼,伪位位维 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏谓 蔚尉苇位喂尉畏 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 蟺伪蟻伪蟽蠉蟻蔚蟿伪喂 渭慰喂蟻慰位伪蟿蟻喂魏维 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿伪 未喂伪蠁慰蟻维 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位喂魏蠋蟼 伪蟺慰未苇蠂蔚蟿伪喂 蟿畏谓 蔚谓慰蠂萎 蟿慰蠀 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 -渭蔚蟿伪蠁慰蟻喂魏维- 谓伪 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 纬喂伪 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻蔚委蟿伪喂.
螣蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 蟿慰 尉苇蟻蔚喂 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼,苇蟿蟽喂 蟿慰谓 苇蟺蔚喂蟽蔚 畏 蠀蟺慰蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟿畏 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎 蟿慰蠀.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁(螝) 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 渭慰谓伪蠂喂魏蠈蟼 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼. 螘位维蠂喂蟽蟿伪 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿维 伪谓维纬魏畏,蟿畏蟻慰蠀渭苇谓蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 伪谓伪位慰纬喂蠋谓 蟿畏蟼 未喂伪魏蟻喂蟿萎蟼 胃苇蟽畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 魏伪蟿苇蠂蔚喂 蠅蟼 蟿渭畏渭伪蟿维蟻蠂畏蟼 蟽蔚 蟿蟻维蟺蔚味伪,未喂伪蟿畏蟻蔚委 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 魏慰蟽渭喂魏苇蟼 蔚蟺伪蠁苇蟼 魏伪喂 未蔚谓 味蔚喂 蟽蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻喂胃蠋蟻喂慰 蟿畏蟼 魏慰喂谓蠅谓委伪蟼.
螌位慰 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿畏蟼 "未委魏畏蟼" 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蠀蟺伪蟻尉喂伪魏萎 伪谓伪味萎蟿畏蟽畏 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 伪蟺慰蟿苇位蔚蟽渭伪.
螒蟺慰 蟿畏 渭喂伪 蟺位蔚蠀蟻维 蟿慰 维蟿慰渭慰 魏伪喂 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 维位位畏 畏 魏慰喂谓蠅谓委伪. 螠蔚 蟿喂蟼 蔚蠀蟻蠉蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 苇谓谓慰喂蔚蟼.
螘蟻纬维味蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 渭喂伪 蟿蟻维蟺蔚味伪, 味蔚喂 蟽蔚 渭喂伪 蟺伪谓蟽喂蠈谓 魏伪喂 畏 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓畏,蟺蟻慰尾位苇蠄喂渭畏,尾维蟻尾伪蟻畏,伪蟺维谓胃蟻蠅蟺畏, 蠂伪慰蟿喂魏萎.
螌位慰喂 纬蠉蟻蠅 伪蟺慰 蟿慰谓 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺维谓蟿伪 蟿蠀蟺喂魏慰委, 尉苇谓慰喂,蔚蟺委蠁慰尾慰喂,维蟺慰谓慰喂, 渭蠀蟽蟿畏蟻喂蠋未蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 魏伪魏蠈尾慰蠀位慰喂.
螖蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 蠁委位慰蠀蟼. 螖蔚谓 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 蟿畏谓 慰喂魏蔚喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 胃伪位蟺蠅蟻萎 蟿蠅谓 蟽蠀纬纬蔚谓蠋谓. 螌位慰喂,蟺苇蟻伪 伪蟺慰 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰,伪谓萎魏慰蠀谓 蟽蔚 苇谓伪谓 渭喂魏蟻蠈魏慰蟽渭慰 蟺慰蠀 慰未畏纬蔚委 蟽蟿畏谓 维尾蠀蟽蟽慰.
螘委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 蔚蠁喂维位蟿畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰谓 尾喂蠋谓蔚喂 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓维.
螆谓伪蟼 渭畏 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏蠈蟼 魏蠈蟽渭慰蟼. 螆谓伪蟼 蟽魏慰蠀蟺喂未蠈蟿慰蟺慰蟼 蠀蟺维蟻尉蔚蠅谓 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻苇蟽慰蠀谓 蟺慰蟿苇 谓伪 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃伪谓胃慰蠉谓,谓伪 蟽蠀渭蟺慰谓苇蟽慰蠀谓, 谓伪 谓喂蠋蟽慰蠀谓, 谓伪 伪纬伪蟺萎蟽慰蠀谓 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟿慰蠀蟼.
危蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 蟿慰谓 蟺伪蟻维未慰尉伪 蠂伪慰蟿喂魏蠈 魏蠈蟽渭慰 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺伪纬纬苇位位蔚蟿伪喂 畏 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻委伪 蟿畏蟼 蔚谓慰蠂萎蟼 蟿慰蠀. 螤伪蟻伪蟺苇渭蟺蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 未委魏畏. 螚 蔚谓慰蠂萎 蟿慰蠀 未蔚谓 蠂蟻蔚喂维味蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺慰未蔚委尉蔚喂蟼. 螒蟺位蠋蟼 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂.
螙慰蠉渭蔚 渭伪味委 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 伪谓蔚尉萎纬畏蟿慰 蟽蠀谓慰谓胃蠀位蔚蠉渭伪 伪蟽维蠁蔚喂伪蟼,伪未喂魏委伪蟼,蟻蔚蠀蟽蟿蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼,蔚蟺喂魏喂谓未蠀谓蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼.
螣喂 未喂魏伪蟽蟿苇蟼 维蠁伪谓蟿慰喂. 螝位畏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼, 蟽蠀谓萎纬慰蟻慰喂,蔚喂蟽伪纬纬蔚位蔚委蟼,渭蠀蟽蟿萎蟻喂伪 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺伪, 蠉蟺慰蠀位蔚蟼 未喂伪尾慰蠀位蔚蠉蟽蔚喂蟼,伪魏伪胃蠈蟻喂蟽蟿伪 魏蟿喂蟻喂伪魏维 蟽蠀纬魏蟻慰蟿萎渭伪蟿伪 未喂魏伪蟽蟿喂魏蠋谓 伪喂胃慰蠀蟽蠋谓, 蠈位伪 渭喂伪 维尾蠀蟽蟽慰蟼, 渭喂伪 伪蟺蔚喂位萎, 渭喂伪 渭蠈谓喂渭畏 蟿蟻慰渭伪魏蟿喂魏萎 伪谓伪蟽蠁维位蔚喂伪.
螡喂蠋胃慰蠀渭蔚 渭伪味委 蟿慰蠀 伪谓委魏伪谓慰喂 谓伪 蟿伪 伪谓蟿喂渭蔚蟿蠅蟺委蟽慰蠀渭蔚. 螡喂蠋胃慰蠀渭蔚 魏委谓未蠀谓慰. 螘谓慰蠂萎... 螣 谓蠈渭慰蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 胃蔚蠈蟼. 螌渭蠅蟼 蔚未蠋 位蔚喂蟿慰蠀蟻纬蔚委 渭喂伪 蟺伪蟻维蟺位蔚蠀蟻畏 未喂魏伪喂慰蟽蠉谓畏. 螠喂伪 蟽蠀谓慰渭蠅蟽委伪. 螠蔚 蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓慰蠉蟼 魏伪喂 伪蟽伪蠁蔚委蟼 蠈蟻慰蠀蟼.
危蔚 伪蠀蟿萎谓 渭蟺位苇魏蔚蟿伪喂 慰 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁. 螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚谓慰蟼 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 未喂魏伪委蠅渭伪 蠀蟺蔚蟻维蟽蟺喂蟽畏蟼. 螘委蟽伪喂 蔚尉 伪蟻蠂萎蟼 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼,未蔚谓 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪 蠀蟺苇蟻 蟽慰蠀. 危蟿苇魏蔚蟽伪喂 伪蟺苇谓伪谓蟿喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 螖喂魏伪蟽蟿苇蟼 蟿伪蟺蔚喂谓蠅渭苇谓慰蟼. 螝伪蟿伪未喂魏伪蟽渭苇谓慰蟼. 螘尉蔚蠀蟿蔚位喂蟽渭苇谓慰蟼.
芦未蔚谓 伪谓伪味畏蟿维 渭蔚 未喂魏萎 蟿畏蟼 蟺蟻蠅蟿慰尾慰蠀位委伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位委蟿蔚蟼 渭蔚 苇谓慰蠂畏 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏, 伪位位维, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 慰蟻委味蔚喂 慰 谓蠈渭慰蟼, 苇位魏蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 蔚谓慰蠂萎. 螒蠀蟿蠈蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蠈渭慰蟼 伪蟺伪蟻维尾伪蟿慰蟼禄.
螤蟻慰蠂蠅蟻蠋谓蟿伪蟼 畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蠈位慰喂 蟺喂伪 纬谓蠅蟻委味慰蠀谓 蟺蠅蟼 慰 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼.
螣喂 伪谓蠋蟿蔚蟻慰喂 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏维 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓维位纬畏蟿慰喂,伪蟺伪胃蔚委蟼,伪蠀蟿伪蟻蠂喂魏慰委,伪渭蔚委位喂魏蟿慰喂,伪谓蔚尉苇位蔚纬魏蟿慰喂,蟺伪谓蟿慰未蠉谓伪渭慰喂.
螣喂 魏伪蟿蠋蟿蔚蟻慰喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 蠀蟺慰蟿伪纬渭苇谓慰喂,伪谓伪尉喂慰蟺蟻蔚蟺蔚委蟼,蠂蠅蟻委蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻畏蠁维谓蔚喂伪 魏伪喂 渭蔚 蟺慰位位萎 未慰蠀位慰蟺蟻苇蟺蔚喂伪.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 魏蠀魏位慰蠁慰蟻蔚委 蔚位蔚蠉胃蔚蟻慰蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂渭苇谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿畏 "未委魏畏" 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟽蟿委纬渭伪 蟿慰蠀 苇谓慰蠂慰蠀.
螆蠂慰蠀谓 慰蟻喂蟽蟿蔚委 蟿伪魏蟿喂魏苇蟼 伪谓伪魏蟻委蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺伪蟻蠅未委伪蟼 魏伪喂 未喂伪蟺蠈渭蟺蔚蠀蟽畏蟼.
螤蟻蠈魏蔚喂蟿伪喂 尾蔚尾伪委蠅蟼 纬喂伪 未喂魏伪蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏蟼. 螖蔚谓 蟽蔚 蠁蠀位伪魏委味蔚喂 蟺慰蟿苇, 渭伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 蟽蔚 蟺伪蟻伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蔚委. 危蔚 蟽蟿慰喂蠂蔚喂蠋谓蔚喂,蟽蔚 蟿蟻蔚位伪委谓蔚喂.
"韦慰 未喂魏伪蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰 未蔚谓 尉蔚蠂谓维 蟺慰蟿苇".
螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻蔚委蟽伪喂. 螖蔚谓 尉苇蟻蔚喂蟼 纬喂伪蟿委. 螖蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻维蟽蟺喂蟽畏. 螢苇蟻蔚喂蟼 蠈蟿喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 蟿蔚位蔚喂蠋谓蔚喂.
螢蔚蟺蔚蟻谓维渭蔚 蟿伪 蠈蟻喂伪 蟿畏蟼 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎蟼. 危蠀渭蟺苇蟻伪蟽渭伪 伪谓蔚尉喂蠂谓委伪蟽蟿慰. 螖苇慰蟼 魏伪喂 蔚魏渭畏未蔚谓喂蟽渭蠈蟼 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰 蟺伪谓蟿慰未蠉谓伪渭慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 伪蟺蟻慰蟽未喂蠈蟻喂蟽蟿慰 蟺慰蠀 慰 蠀纬喂萎蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓慰蟼 谓慰蠀蟼 未喂伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 渭蔚 伪谓伪蟿蟻喂蠂委位伪.
螒喂蠋谓喂伪 魏蠈位伪蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪.
螚 "螖委魏畏" 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂. 螠蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 胃蔚蠈蟼, 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 蔚喂谓伪喂 慰蟿喂未萎蟺慰蟿蔚 蟺伪谓委蟽蠂蠀蟻慰,蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓蠈 魏伪喂 伪蟺蟻蠈蟽喂蟿慰.
螘韦违螠螚螕螣巍螜螒: 唯蠀蠂慰位慰纬喂魏萎 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎-螒谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓慰蟼 伪蠁伪谓喂蟽渭蠈蟼- 螒蠀蟿慰蔚尉维位蔚喂蠄畏-螒喂蠋谓喂伪 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪.
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螝伪位萎 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏!
螣蟻委蟽蟿蔚 畏渭蔚蟻慰渭畏谓委伪 纬喂伪 螖喂魏维蟽喂渭慰.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 螝. (螝伪畏渭苇谓慰蟼- 螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚谓慰蟼-螝维蠁魏伪) 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼. 螒蠀蟿蠈 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 伪蟻蠂喂魏维 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位蔚喂蠅蟿喂魏维 蟿畏谓 喂未喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀.
螖畏位蠋谓蔚喂 伪胃蠋慰蟼,伪位位维 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏谓 蔚尉苇位喂尉畏 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 蟺伪蟻伪蟽蠉蟻蔚蟿伪喂 渭慰喂蟻慰位伪蟿蟻喂魏维 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿伪 未喂伪蠁慰蟻维 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位喂魏蠋蟼 伪蟺慰未苇蠂蔚蟿伪喂 蟿畏谓 蔚谓慰蠂萎 蟿慰蠀 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 -渭蔚蟿伪蠁慰蟻喂魏维- 谓伪 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 纬喂伪 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻蔚委蟿伪喂.
螣蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 蟿慰 尉苇蟻蔚喂 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼,苇蟿蟽喂 蟿慰谓 苇蟺蔚喂蟽蔚 畏 蠀蟺慰蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟿畏 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎 蟿慰蠀.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁(螝) 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 渭慰谓伪蠂喂魏蠈蟼 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼. 螘位维蠂喂蟽蟿伪 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿维 伪谓维纬魏畏,蟿畏蟻慰蠀渭苇谓蠅谓 蟿蠅谓 伪谓伪位慰纬喂蠋谓 蟿畏蟼 未喂伪魏蟻喂蟿萎蟼 胃苇蟽畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 魏伪蟿苇蠂蔚喂 蠅蟼 蟿渭畏渭伪蟿维蟻蠂畏蟼 蟽蔚 蟿蟻维蟺蔚味伪,未喂伪蟿畏蟻蔚委 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 魏慰蟽渭喂魏苇蟼 蔚蟺伪蠁苇蟼 魏伪喂 未蔚谓 味蔚喂 蟽蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻喂胃蠋蟻喂慰 蟿畏蟼 魏慰喂谓蠅谓委伪蟼.
螌位慰 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿畏蟼 "未委魏畏蟼" 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蠀蟺伪蟻尉喂伪魏萎 伪谓伪味萎蟿畏蟽畏 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 伪蟺慰蟿苇位蔚蟽渭伪.
螒蟺慰 蟿畏 渭喂伪 蟺位蔚蠀蟻维 蟿慰 维蟿慰渭慰 魏伪喂 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 维位位畏 畏 魏慰喂谓蠅谓委伪. 螠蔚 蟿喂蟼 蔚蠀蟻蠉蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 苇谓谓慰喂蔚蟼.
螘蟻纬维味蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 渭喂伪 蟿蟻维蟺蔚味伪, 味蔚喂 蟽蔚 渭喂伪 蟺伪谓蟽喂蠈谓 魏伪喂 畏 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓畏,蟺蟻慰尾位苇蠄喂渭畏,尾维蟻尾伪蟻畏,伪蟺维谓胃蟻蠅蟺畏, 蠂伪慰蟿喂魏萎.
螌位慰喂 纬蠉蟻蠅 伪蟺慰 蟿慰谓 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺维谓蟿伪 蟿蠀蟺喂魏慰委, 尉苇谓慰喂,蔚蟺委蠁慰尾慰喂,维蟺慰谓慰喂, 渭蠀蟽蟿畏蟻喂蠋未蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 魏伪魏蠈尾慰蠀位慰喂.
螖蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 蠁委位慰蠀蟼. 螖蔚谓 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 蟿畏谓 慰喂魏蔚喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 胃伪位蟺蠅蟻萎 蟿蠅谓 蟽蠀纬纬蔚谓蠋谓. 螌位慰喂,蟺苇蟻伪 伪蟺慰 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰,伪谓萎魏慰蠀谓 蟽蔚 苇谓伪谓 渭喂魏蟻蠈魏慰蟽渭慰 蟺慰蠀 慰未畏纬蔚委 蟽蟿畏谓 维尾蠀蟽蟽慰.
螘委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 蔚蠁喂维位蟿畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰谓 尾喂蠋谓蔚喂 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓维.
螆谓伪蟼 渭畏 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏蠈蟼 魏蠈蟽渭慰蟼. 螆谓伪蟼 蟽魏慰蠀蟺喂未蠈蟿慰蟺慰蟼 蠀蟺维蟻尉蔚蠅谓 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻苇蟽慰蠀谓 蟺慰蟿苇 谓伪 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃伪谓胃慰蠉谓,谓伪 蟽蠀渭蟺慰谓苇蟽慰蠀谓, 谓伪 谓喂蠋蟽慰蠀谓, 谓伪 伪纬伪蟺萎蟽慰蠀谓 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟿慰蠀蟼.
危蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 蟿慰谓 蟺伪蟻维未慰尉伪 蠂伪慰蟿喂魏蠈 魏蠈蟽渭慰 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺伪纬纬苇位位蔚蟿伪喂 畏 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻委伪 蟿畏蟼 蔚谓慰蠂萎蟼 蟿慰蠀. 螤伪蟻伪蟺苇渭蟺蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 未委魏畏. 螚 蔚谓慰蠂萎 蟿慰蠀 未蔚谓 蠂蟻蔚喂维味蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺慰未蔚委尉蔚喂蟼. 螒蟺位蠋蟼 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂.
螙慰蠉渭蔚 渭伪味委 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 伪谓蔚尉萎纬畏蟿慰 蟽蠀谓慰谓胃蠀位蔚蠉渭伪 伪蟽维蠁蔚喂伪蟼,伪未喂魏委伪蟼,蟻蔚蠀蟽蟿蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼,蔚蟺喂魏喂谓未蠀谓蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼.
螣喂 未喂魏伪蟽蟿苇蟼 维蠁伪谓蟿慰喂. 螝位畏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼, 蟽蠀谓萎纬慰蟻慰喂,蔚喂蟽伪纬纬蔚位蔚委蟼,渭蠀蟽蟿萎蟻喂伪 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺伪, 蠉蟺慰蠀位蔚蟼 未喂伪尾慰蠀位蔚蠉蟽蔚喂蟼,伪魏伪胃蠈蟻喂蟽蟿伪 魏蟿喂蟻喂伪魏维 蟽蠀纬魏蟻慰蟿萎渭伪蟿伪 未喂魏伪蟽蟿喂魏蠋谓 伪喂胃慰蠀蟽蠋谓, 蠈位伪 渭喂伪 维尾蠀蟽蟽慰蟼, 渭喂伪 伪蟺蔚喂位萎, 渭喂伪 渭蠈谓喂渭畏 蟿蟻慰渭伪魏蟿喂魏萎 伪谓伪蟽蠁维位蔚喂伪.
螡喂蠋胃慰蠀渭蔚 渭伪味委 蟿慰蠀 伪谓委魏伪谓慰喂 谓伪 蟿伪 伪谓蟿喂渭蔚蟿蠅蟺委蟽慰蠀渭蔚. 螡喂蠋胃慰蠀渭蔚 魏委谓未蠀谓慰. 螘谓慰蠂萎... 螣 谓蠈渭慰蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 胃蔚蠈蟼. 螌渭蠅蟼 蔚未蠋 位蔚喂蟿慰蠀蟻纬蔚委 渭喂伪 蟺伪蟻维蟺位蔚蠀蟻畏 未喂魏伪喂慰蟽蠉谓畏. 螠喂伪 蟽蠀谓慰渭蠅蟽委伪. 螠蔚 蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓慰蠉蟼 魏伪喂 伪蟽伪蠁蔚委蟼 蠈蟻慰蠀蟼.
危蔚 伪蠀蟿萎谓 渭蟺位苇魏蔚蟿伪喂 慰 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁. 螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚谓慰蟼 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 未喂魏伪委蠅渭伪 蠀蟺蔚蟻维蟽蟺喂蟽畏蟼. 螘委蟽伪喂 蔚尉 伪蟻蠂萎蟼 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼,未蔚谓 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪 蠀蟺苇蟻 蟽慰蠀. 危蟿苇魏蔚蟽伪喂 伪蟺苇谓伪谓蟿喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 螖喂魏伪蟽蟿苇蟼 蟿伪蟺蔚喂谓蠅渭苇谓慰蟼. 螝伪蟿伪未喂魏伪蟽渭苇谓慰蟼. 螘尉蔚蠀蟿蔚位喂蟽渭苇谓慰蟼.
芦未蔚谓 伪谓伪味畏蟿维 渭蔚 未喂魏萎 蟿畏蟼 蟺蟻蠅蟿慰尾慰蠀位委伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位委蟿蔚蟼 渭蔚 苇谓慰蠂畏 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏, 伪位位维, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 慰蟻委味蔚喂 慰 谓蠈渭慰蟼, 苇位魏蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 蔚谓慰蠂萎. 螒蠀蟿蠈蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蠈渭慰蟼 伪蟺伪蟻维尾伪蟿慰蟼禄.
螤蟻慰蠂蠅蟻蠋谓蟿伪蟼 畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蠈位慰喂 蟺喂伪 纬谓蠅蟻委味慰蠀谓 蟺蠅蟼 慰 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓慰蠂慰蟼.
螣喂 伪谓蠋蟿蔚蟻慰喂 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏维 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓维位纬畏蟿慰喂,伪蟺伪胃蔚委蟼,伪蠀蟿伪蟻蠂喂魏慰委,伪渭蔚委位喂魏蟿慰喂,伪谓蔚尉苇位蔚纬魏蟿慰喂,蟺伪谓蟿慰未蠉谓伪渭慰喂.
螣喂 魏伪蟿蠋蟿蔚蟻慰喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 蠀蟺慰蟿伪纬渭苇谓慰喂,伪谓伪尉喂慰蟺蟻蔚蟺蔚委蟼,蠂蠅蟻委蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻畏蠁维谓蔚喂伪 魏伪喂 渭蔚 蟺慰位位萎 未慰蠀位慰蟺蟻苇蟺蔚喂伪.
螣 螕喂蠈味蔚蠁 魏蠀魏位慰蠁慰蟻蔚委 蔚位蔚蠉胃蔚蟻慰蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂渭苇谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿畏 "未委魏畏" 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟽蟿委纬渭伪 蟿慰蠀 苇谓慰蠂慰蠀.
螆蠂慰蠀谓 慰蟻喂蟽蟿蔚委 蟿伪魏蟿喂魏苇蟼 伪谓伪魏蟻委蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺伪蟻蠅未委伪蟼 魏伪喂 未喂伪蟺蠈渭蟺蔚蠀蟽畏蟼.
螤蟻蠈魏蔚喂蟿伪喂 尾蔚尾伪委蠅蟼 纬喂伪 未喂魏伪蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏蟼. 螖蔚谓 蟽蔚 蠁蠀位伪魏委味蔚喂 蟺慰蟿苇, 渭伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 蟽蔚 蟺伪蟻伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蔚委. 危蔚 蟽蟿慰喂蠂蔚喂蠋谓蔚喂,蟽蔚 蟿蟻蔚位伪委谓蔚喂.
"韦慰 未喂魏伪蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰 未蔚谓 尉蔚蠂谓维 蟺慰蟿苇".
螝伪蟿畏纬慰蟻蔚委蟽伪喂. 螖蔚谓 尉苇蟻蔚喂蟼 纬喂伪蟿委. 螖蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻维蟽蟺喂蟽畏. 螢苇蟻蔚喂蟼 蠈蟿喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 蟿蔚位蔚喂蠋谓蔚喂.
螢蔚蟺蔚蟻谓维渭蔚 蟿伪 蠈蟻喂伪 蟿畏蟼 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎蟼. 危蠀渭蟺苇蟻伪蟽渭伪 伪谓蔚尉喂蠂谓委伪蟽蟿慰. 螖苇慰蟼 魏伪喂 蔚魏渭畏未蔚谓喂蟽渭蠈蟼 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰 蟺伪谓蟿慰未蠉谓伪渭慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 伪蟺蟻慰蟽未喂蠈蟻喂蟽蟿慰 蟺慰蠀 慰 蠀纬喂萎蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓慰蟼 谓慰蠀蟼 未喂伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 渭蔚 伪谓伪蟿蟻喂蠂委位伪.
螒喂蠋谓喂伪 魏蠈位伪蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪.
螚 "螖委魏畏" 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂. 螠蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 胃蔚蠈蟼, 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 蔚喂谓伪喂 慰蟿喂未萎蟺慰蟿蔚 蟺伪谓委蟽蠂蠀蟻慰,蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓蠈 魏伪喂 伪蟺蟻蠈蟽喂蟿慰.
螘韦违螠螚螕螣巍螜螒: 唯蠀蠂慰位慰纬喂魏萎 未喂伪蟿伪蟻伪蠂萎-螒谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓慰蟼 伪蠁伪谓喂蟽渭蠈蟼- 螒蠀蟿慰蔚尉维位蔚喂蠄畏-螒喂蠋谓喂伪 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪.
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丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱丿賷賳賷: 丕毓鬲丿鬲 丕賱賳馗乇 丕賱賶 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 夭丕賵賷丞 丿賷賳賷丞貙 賱匕賱賰 爻兀亘丿兀 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賵賱丕賸 乇睾賲 兀賳 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賳賮爻賴丕 鬲鬲噩賳亘 丕賱廿卮丕乇丕鬲 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞 亘卮賰賱 賲丨丿丿 (鬲毓乇噩 毓賱賷賴丕 亘卮賰賱 乇賲夭賷) 賵賷亘乇夭 匕賱賰 賮賷 丕賱賮氐賱 丕賱孬丕賳賷 毓卮乇 (賮賷 丕賱賰丕鬲丿乇丕卅賷丞)貙 丨賷孬 賷鬲毓丕賵賳 賰丕賴賳 丕賱爻噩賳 賲毓 丕賱賯囟丕亍 賵賷賯丿賲 賲丨丕囟乇丞 毓賳 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯丕賳賵賳賷 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賷丐賰丿 賮爻丕丿 丕賱爻賱胤丞 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞 賵鬲丨賵賱賴丕 丕賱賶 賳馗丕賲 賲丨丕賰賲 丨賷孬 賰亘丕乇 丕賱賲爻丐賵賱賷賳 (丕賱賰賴賳丞 丕賱賰亘丕乇) 睾賷乇 賯丕丿乇賷賳 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲賵丕氐賱 賲毓 丕賱賳丕爻 丕賱毓丕丿賷賷賳.
鬲賲鬲賱賰 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賳氐賵氐賴丕 丕賱賲賯丿爻丞貙 賲孬賱賴丕 賲孬賱 丕賱丿賷賳貙 (賵孬丕卅賯 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 丕賱賯丿賷賲丞 丨賵賱 丕賱賯囟丕賷丕 丕賱爻丕亘賯丞) 賵賰賲丕 賴賷 丕賱丨丕賱 賮賷 丕賱賳氐賵氐 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞貙 賮廿賳 賵孬丕卅賯 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 鬲鬲胤賱亘 胤乇賷賯丞 鬲賮爻賷乇 禺丕氐丞貙 賱賰賳 廿賲賰丕賳賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賮爻賷乇 賷賲賰賳 兀賳 鬲賰賵賳 賱丕賲鬲賳丕賴賷丞 賵賲鬲賳丕賯囟丞 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賳賮賴賲賴 賲賳 鬲賮爻賷乇丕鬲 賰丕賴賳 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞貙 丕賱匕賷 賷亘丿賵 兀賳賴 賷爻毓丿賴 兀賳 賷爻鬲賳亘胤 丕賱鬲賮爻賷乇丕鬲 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 賲噩乇丿 丕賱鬲賵氐賱 廿賱賶 賳鬲賷噩丞 賳賴丕卅賷丞. 賱賰賳 賰丕賮賰丕 賷卮亘賴 賰賱 賴匕賴 丕賱賳氐賵氐 亘丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱廿亘丕丨賷丞貙 賮賷賳爻賮賴丕 賲噩鬲賲毓丞!
丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱賯丕賳賵賳賷-丕賱丨賷丕鬲賷: (賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賳毓賷卮賴 賮賷 賲毓馗賲 毓丕賱賲賳丕 丕賱毓乇亘賷 丨賷孬 丕賳 丕賷 賲毓丕賲賱丞 亘爻賷胤丞 爻鬲賱賮 賵賳丿賵乇 毓賱賶 毓卮乇丕鬲 丕賱賲賰丕鬲亘 賰賷 賷鬲賲 鬲賵賯賷毓賴丕貙 亘亘乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 爻賲噩丞 賵鬲丕賮賴丞 丕賱賶 丕亘毓丿 丕賱丨丿賵丿). 賴匕賴 丕賱亘賷乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 賷賳鬲賯丿賴丕 賰丕賮賰丕 丨賵賱鬲 賷賵夭賮 "賰" 賲賳 賲賵丕胤賳 "卮乇賷賮" 丕賱賶 丕賳爻丕賳 丿賵賳賷 賵丕賮爻丿鬲賴貙 賮賴賵 賵禺賱丕賱 賲賱丕丨賯丞 賯囟賷鬲賴 賵丕夭丿賷丕丿 賴賲賵賲賴 囟丕噩毓 賰賱 賲賳 丕賱鬲賯丕賴賲貙 賵賱乇亘賲丕 賲囟丕噩毓丞 "賱丕賷賳賷" 亘賷賳賲丕 毓賲賴 賷鬲賵爻賾胤 賱賴 賴賷 丕賱賲孬丕賱 丕賱氐丕乇禺 毓賲丕 賷賮毓賱賴 賴匕丕 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷 亘鬲丨賵賷賱 丕賱賳丕爻 丕賱賶 胤乇賷賯 丕賱禺胤賷卅丞 賵丕賱卮乇. 鬲賰鬲爻亘 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 胤丕亘毓 賲賲賷夭 賵賴賵 毓賮賵賳丞 賴賵丕卅賴丕 賵乇胤賵亘鬲賴 (丕丿賶 丕賱賶 丕睾賲丕亍 "賰"). 賮賷 丨賷賳 賷亘丿賵 兀賳 賲賵馗賮賷 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賷鬲毓丕賷卮賵賳 賲毓 賴匕丕 丕賱噩賵! 丕賱賲賮丕乇賯丞 賴賳丕 丕賳 丕賱賴賵丕亍 丕賱匕賷 賱丕 賵夭賳 賱賴 賴賵 乇賲夭 賱鬲兀孬賷乇 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷-丕賱丿賷賳賷 賵丕賲鬲丿丕丿賴 賵爻賷胤乇鬲賴 賮賷 賰賱 賲賰丕賳!
丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱賮賱爻賮賷: 賴賱 "賰" 賴賵 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 賳賮爻賴責 賴賱 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 賴賷 "丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 丕賱兀禺賷乇丞"貙 賴賱 丕賱賯丕囟賷 丕賱賰亘賷乇 賵丕賱賲丨丕賲賷賳 丕賱賰亘丕乇 (丕賱匕賷賳 賱賲 賷乇丕賴賲) 賴賲 丕賱賱賴 賵丕賱卮賮毓丕亍 賮賷 丕賱丌禺乇丞責.. 乇亘賲丕.. 賱丕 丕丿乇賷
丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱丿賷賳賷: 丕毓鬲丿鬲 丕賱賳馗乇 丕賱賶 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 賰丕賮賰丕 賲賳 夭丕賵賷丞 丿賷賳賷丞貙 賱匕賱賰 爻兀亘丿兀 賲賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賵賱丕賸 乇睾賲 兀賳 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賳賮爻賴丕 鬲鬲噩賳亘 丕賱廿卮丕乇丕鬲 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞 亘卮賰賱 賲丨丿丿 (鬲毓乇噩 毓賱賷賴丕 亘卮賰賱 乇賲夭賷) 賵賷亘乇夭 匕賱賰 賮賷 丕賱賮氐賱 丕賱孬丕賳賷 毓卮乇 (賮賷 丕賱賰丕鬲丿乇丕卅賷丞)貙 丨賷孬 賷鬲毓丕賵賳 賰丕賴賳 丕賱爻噩賳 賲毓 丕賱賯囟丕亍 賵賷賯丿賲 賲丨丕囟乇丞 毓賳 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯丕賳賵賳賷 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賷丐賰丿 賮爻丕丿 丕賱爻賱胤丞 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞 賵鬲丨賵賱賴丕 丕賱賶 賳馗丕賲 賲丨丕賰賲 丨賷孬 賰亘丕乇 丕賱賲爻丐賵賱賷賳 (丕賱賰賴賳丞 丕賱賰亘丕乇) 睾賷乇 賯丕丿乇賷賳 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲賵丕氐賱 賲毓 丕賱賳丕爻 丕賱毓丕丿賷賷賳.
鬲賲鬲賱賰 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賳氐賵氐賴丕 丕賱賲賯丿爻丞貙 賲孬賱賴丕 賲孬賱 丕賱丿賷賳貙 (賵孬丕卅賯 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 丕賱賯丿賷賲丞 丨賵賱 丕賱賯囟丕賷丕 丕賱爻丕亘賯丞) 賵賰賲丕 賴賷 丕賱丨丕賱 賮賷 丕賱賳氐賵氐 丕賱丿賷賳賷丞貙 賮廿賳 賵孬丕卅賯 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 鬲鬲胤賱亘 胤乇賷賯丞 鬲賮爻賷乇 禺丕氐丞貙 賱賰賳 廿賲賰丕賳賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賮爻賷乇 賷賲賰賳 兀賳 鬲賰賵賳 賱丕賲鬲賳丕賴賷丞 賵賲鬲賳丕賯囟丞 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賳賮賴賲賴 賲賳 鬲賮爻賷乇丕鬲 賰丕賴賳 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞貙 丕賱匕賷 賷亘丿賵 兀賳賴 賷爻毓丿賴 兀賳 賷爻鬲賳亘胤 丕賱鬲賮爻賷乇丕鬲 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 賲噩乇丿 丕賱鬲賵氐賱 廿賱賶 賳鬲賷噩丞 賳賴丕卅賷丞. 賱賰賳 賰丕賮賰丕 賷卮亘賴 賰賱 賴匕賴 丕賱賳氐賵氐 亘丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱廿亘丕丨賷丞貙 賮賷賳爻賮賴丕 賲噩鬲賲毓丞!
丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱賯丕賳賵賳賷-丕賱丨賷丕鬲賷: (賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賳毓賷卮賴 賮賷 賲毓馗賲 毓丕賱賲賳丕 丕賱毓乇亘賷 丨賷孬 丕賳 丕賷 賲毓丕賲賱丞 亘爻賷胤丞 爻鬲賱賮 賵賳丿賵乇 毓賱賶 毓卮乇丕鬲 丕賱賲賰丕鬲亘 賰賷 賷鬲賲 鬲賵賯賷毓賴丕貙 亘亘乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 爻賲噩丞 賵鬲丕賮賴丞 丕賱賶 丕亘毓丿 丕賱丨丿賵丿). 賴匕賴 丕賱亘賷乇賵賯乇丕胤賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 賷賳鬲賯丿賴丕 賰丕賮賰丕 丨賵賱鬲 賷賵夭賮 "賰" 賲賳 賲賵丕胤賳 "卮乇賷賮" 丕賱賶 丕賳爻丕賳 丿賵賳賷 賵丕賮爻丿鬲賴貙 賮賴賵 賵禺賱丕賱 賲賱丕丨賯丞 賯囟賷鬲賴 賵丕夭丿賷丕丿 賴賲賵賲賴 囟丕噩毓 賰賱 賲賳 丕賱鬲賯丕賴賲貙 賵賱乇亘賲丕 賲囟丕噩毓丞 "賱丕賷賳賷" 亘賷賳賲丕 毓賲賴 賷鬲賵爻賾胤 賱賴 賴賷 丕賱賲孬丕賱 丕賱氐丕乇禺 毓賲丕 賷賮毓賱賴 賴匕丕 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷 亘鬲丨賵賷賱 丕賱賳丕爻 丕賱賶 胤乇賷賯 丕賱禺胤賷卅丞 賵丕賱卮乇. 鬲賰鬲爻亘 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 胤丕亘毓 賲賲賷夭 賵賴賵 毓賮賵賳丞 賴賵丕卅賴丕 賵乇胤賵亘鬲賴 (丕丿賶 丕賱賶 丕睾賲丕亍 "賰"). 賮賷 丨賷賳 賷亘丿賵 兀賳 賲賵馗賮賷 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賷鬲毓丕賷卮賵賳 賲毓 賴匕丕 丕賱噩賵! 丕賱賲賮丕乇賯丞 賴賳丕 丕賳 丕賱賴賵丕亍 丕賱匕賷 賱丕 賵夭賳 賱賴 賴賵 乇賲夭 賱鬲兀孬賷乇 丕賱賳馗丕賲 丕賱賯囟丕卅賷-丕賱丿賷賳賷 賵丕賲鬲丿丕丿賴 賵爻賷胤乇鬲賴 賮賷 賰賱 賲賰丕賳!
丕賱賲賳馗賵乇 丕賱賮賱爻賮賷: 賴賱 "賰" 賴賵 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 賳賮爻賴責 賴賱 丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 賴賷 "丕賱賲丨丕賰賲丞 丕賱兀禺賷乇丞"貙 賴賱 丕賱賯丕囟賷 丕賱賰亘賷乇 賵丕賱賲丨丕賲賷賳 丕賱賰亘丕乇 (丕賱匕賷賳 賱賲 賷乇丕賴賲) 賴賲 丕賱賱賴 賵丕賱卮賮毓丕亍 賮賷 丕賱丌禺乇丞責.. 乇亘賲丕.. 賱丕 丕丿乇賷
December 26, 2022
jedyne co zrozumia艂am to to 偶e jozef gets so many bitches ale czemu to juz nie wiem
October 9, 2014
The tortured bureaucratic world described in The Trial always strikes me as startlingly modern. I wondered
How The Trial might have started if Kafka had been an academic writing in 2010
K's latest conference paper had been rejected, and now he sat in front of his laptop and read through the referees' comments. One of them, evidently not a native speaker of English, had sent a page of well-meaning advice, though K was unsure whether he understood his recommendations. The second referee had only written three lines, in a dismissive tone that hurt K's feelings. K had an appointment with his thesis advisor later that day, and wondered whether it would appear more constructive to rewrite the paper for submission to another conference, or to say that he was drawing a line so that he could concentrate on his dissertation.
He was trying to decide between these two courses of action, neither of which greatly appealed to him, when his officemate arrived. Fr盲ulein M眉ller, a pale, slightly-built, earnest girl with wispy brown hair, was writing an extremely dull dissertation on the discourse semantics of phone sex; K had never dared ask her why she had chosen this topic, which seemed singularly ill-adapted to her general demeanour. Today, she was also in a bad mood. She sat down and opened her own laptop without saying a word, and typed industriously. After about twenty minutes, she looked up and sighed.
"Problems?" asked K.
Fr盲ulein M眉ller sighed again. Then, in an uninflected monotone, she read a crude and unimaginatively pornographic passage, to which K listened attentively. He was, as usual, embarrassed to discover that he had become sexually aroused; but Fr盲ulein M眉ller never once allowed her eyes to stray from her screen, and K was fairly sure that his momentary excitement had passed unnoticed. She concluded, and opened a spreadsheet.
"Do you believe that she is actually touching herself here, or that she is merely saying that she would do so in her fantasy?" she asked tiredly.
K considered the matter. "I think it's only in the fantasy," he said after a while. "But I'm not sure. Maybe 60%."
Fr盲ulein M眉ller filled in two boxes in her spreadsheet.
"Now, suppose that she had said `will' instead of `must' in the last sentence. Would your judgement still be the same?"
K asked her to read the sentence again. "I would say that made it more likely," he said, after further careful thought. "80%. I'm definitely not certain."
Fr盲ulein M眉ller filled in two more boxes, and examined the new figures that appeared at the bottom of the sheet. "Not statistically significant," she said in a dejected tone. "I know I shouldn't keep checking all the time, but I can't help it. I need more data."
K had several times been on the point of asking Fr盲ulein M眉ller where her examples came from, but was afraid that this might appear intrusive; he knew almost nothing about her private life. He suddenly realised that he was meant to be seeing his advisor in a quarter of an hour. Apologising awkwardly, he put on his coat and left. The walk across the campus was, however, shorter than he had remembered, and he arrived in good time. Professor Holz appeared surprised to see him, and K reminded him that they had agreed to meet.
K's advisor was thickset and completely bald, despite only being in his mid-forties. He had a second position at another university, and was rarely to be found in his office; normally K would have been glad to have cornered him and be able to ask for advice, but today he could not think of anything to say. He waited for Professor Holz to take the initiative. K's advisor seemed equally at a loss. He took off his rimless glasses, and polished them carefully before speaking.
"So, K," he began, typing as he did so. "I understand your paper was rejected."
K confirmed that this was indeed true.
"Well," continued Professor Holz, "I think we both agree about the nature of the problem."
K was in fact unsure what the professor was referring to; he knew though that he had reservations about the research direction K had chosen, and assumed that this was a veiled allusion to the objections he had raised at their last meeting. He cleared his throat in a way that could be interpreted as assent.
"I understand, however," said Holz, "that your collaboration with Fr盲ulein M眉ller has been more successful."
K looked at his advisor carefully, trying to guess whether he was being ironic, but was unable to tell. He agreed hesitantly, trying to sound as noncommital as he could in case it was a trap. But the professor suddenly looked at his watch and rose, exclaiming that he had forgotten another meeting. He smiled apologetically to K as he escorted him from the room, and locked the door.
"I would appreciate a progress report before the end of the week," he said, as they stood in front of the elevator. "You have heard, of course, that the new funding cuts oblige us to reexamine our priorities."
This sounded vaguely familiar to K, who had however assumed that he was not one of the people affected.
"It's mainly a formality," said the professor. "None the less, I would like you to take it seriously and do a thorough job. It is particularly important that you describe your short-term objectives."
There were several questions that K urgently wished to ask, but at that moment the elevator arrived. The professor disappeared into it, saying something that K was unable to catch. He took the stairs down to street level, and walked slowly back to his office. Fr盲ulein M眉ller now seemed much more animated, and suggested to K that they eat lunch together at the Italian restaurant they both liked.
"I'm sorry I was like that earlier," she said as they finished their spaghetti. "It's this horrible report. I'm so glad I've finally turned it in. I suppose you did yours days ago."
K waved his hand in a gesture of vague assent, though he was now starting to feel rather concerned.
"Oh good!" said Fr盲ulein M眉ller, and smiled at him in a way that, for a moment, almost made her look attractive. "Then maybe I can ask you to give me some more linguistic judgements? I think the new batch of stories is better than usual."
K could think of no way to decline this offer; so, for the rest of the afternoon, he listened to Fr盲ulein M眉ller and patiently answered her questions. Around 4 pm, he received an email reminding him that the progress report was due by the end of the following day. He attempted to think about it while simultaneously listening to Fr盲ulein M眉ller, but this proved to be impossible. Twice, she interrupted him with a puzzled air, and pointed out inconsistencies in his answers. K was forced to give her his full attention.
When it was time to leave, he had still not begun the report. He tried to muster his ideas as he walked home, and had almost reached his apartment when he realised that he had forgotten his laptop at the office.
How The Trial might have started if Kafka had been an academic writing in 2010
K's latest conference paper had been rejected, and now he sat in front of his laptop and read through the referees' comments. One of them, evidently not a native speaker of English, had sent a page of well-meaning advice, though K was unsure whether he understood his recommendations. The second referee had only written three lines, in a dismissive tone that hurt K's feelings. K had an appointment with his thesis advisor later that day, and wondered whether it would appear more constructive to rewrite the paper for submission to another conference, or to say that he was drawing a line so that he could concentrate on his dissertation.
He was trying to decide between these two courses of action, neither of which greatly appealed to him, when his officemate arrived. Fr盲ulein M眉ller, a pale, slightly-built, earnest girl with wispy brown hair, was writing an extremely dull dissertation on the discourse semantics of phone sex; K had never dared ask her why she had chosen this topic, which seemed singularly ill-adapted to her general demeanour. Today, she was also in a bad mood. She sat down and opened her own laptop without saying a word, and typed industriously. After about twenty minutes, she looked up and sighed.
"Problems?" asked K.
Fr盲ulein M眉ller sighed again. Then, in an uninflected monotone, she read a crude and unimaginatively pornographic passage, to which K listened attentively. He was, as usual, embarrassed to discover that he had become sexually aroused; but Fr盲ulein M眉ller never once allowed her eyes to stray from her screen, and K was fairly sure that his momentary excitement had passed unnoticed. She concluded, and opened a spreadsheet.
"Do you believe that she is actually touching herself here, or that she is merely saying that she would do so in her fantasy?" she asked tiredly.
K considered the matter. "I think it's only in the fantasy," he said after a while. "But I'm not sure. Maybe 60%."
Fr盲ulein M眉ller filled in two boxes in her spreadsheet.
"Now, suppose that she had said `will' instead of `must' in the last sentence. Would your judgement still be the same?"
K asked her to read the sentence again. "I would say that made it more likely," he said, after further careful thought. "80%. I'm definitely not certain."
Fr盲ulein M眉ller filled in two more boxes, and examined the new figures that appeared at the bottom of the sheet. "Not statistically significant," she said in a dejected tone. "I know I shouldn't keep checking all the time, but I can't help it. I need more data."
K had several times been on the point of asking Fr盲ulein M眉ller where her examples came from, but was afraid that this might appear intrusive; he knew almost nothing about her private life. He suddenly realised that he was meant to be seeing his advisor in a quarter of an hour. Apologising awkwardly, he put on his coat and left. The walk across the campus was, however, shorter than he had remembered, and he arrived in good time. Professor Holz appeared surprised to see him, and K reminded him that they had agreed to meet.
K's advisor was thickset and completely bald, despite only being in his mid-forties. He had a second position at another university, and was rarely to be found in his office; normally K would have been glad to have cornered him and be able to ask for advice, but today he could not think of anything to say. He waited for Professor Holz to take the initiative. K's advisor seemed equally at a loss. He took off his rimless glasses, and polished them carefully before speaking.
"So, K," he began, typing as he did so. "I understand your paper was rejected."
K confirmed that this was indeed true.
"Well," continued Professor Holz, "I think we both agree about the nature of the problem."
K was in fact unsure what the professor was referring to; he knew though that he had reservations about the research direction K had chosen, and assumed that this was a veiled allusion to the objections he had raised at their last meeting. He cleared his throat in a way that could be interpreted as assent.
"I understand, however," said Holz, "that your collaboration with Fr盲ulein M眉ller has been more successful."
K looked at his advisor carefully, trying to guess whether he was being ironic, but was unable to tell. He agreed hesitantly, trying to sound as noncommital as he could in case it was a trap. But the professor suddenly looked at his watch and rose, exclaiming that he had forgotten another meeting. He smiled apologetically to K as he escorted him from the room, and locked the door.
"I would appreciate a progress report before the end of the week," he said, as they stood in front of the elevator. "You have heard, of course, that the new funding cuts oblige us to reexamine our priorities."
This sounded vaguely familiar to K, who had however assumed that he was not one of the people affected.
"It's mainly a formality," said the professor. "None the less, I would like you to take it seriously and do a thorough job. It is particularly important that you describe your short-term objectives."
There were several questions that K urgently wished to ask, but at that moment the elevator arrived. The professor disappeared into it, saying something that K was unable to catch. He took the stairs down to street level, and walked slowly back to his office. Fr盲ulein M眉ller now seemed much more animated, and suggested to K that they eat lunch together at the Italian restaurant they both liked.
"I'm sorry I was like that earlier," she said as they finished their spaghetti. "It's this horrible report. I'm so glad I've finally turned it in. I suppose you did yours days ago."
K waved his hand in a gesture of vague assent, though he was now starting to feel rather concerned.
"Oh good!" said Fr盲ulein M眉ller, and smiled at him in a way that, for a moment, almost made her look attractive. "Then maybe I can ask you to give me some more linguistic judgements? I think the new batch of stories is better than usual."
K could think of no way to decline this offer; so, for the rest of the afternoon, he listened to Fr盲ulein M眉ller and patiently answered her questions. Around 4 pm, he received an email reminding him that the progress report was due by the end of the following day. He attempted to think about it while simultaneously listening to Fr盲ulein M眉ller, but this proved to be impossible. Twice, she interrupted him with a puzzled air, and pointed out inconsistencies in his answers. K was forced to give her his full attention.
When it was time to leave, he had still not begun the report. He tried to muster his ideas as he walked home, and had almost reached his apartment when he realised that he had forgotten his laptop at the office.
August 8, 2024
Josef K. (just his initial is revealed), a banker in the beautiful city of Prague, now the capital of the Czech Republic, during the last days of the crumbling Austro- Hungarian Empire, before World War 1, such a man at the young age of thirty, to be in charge of a large bank's finances, yet he lives in a boarding house of Frau Grabach, why a successful person does, is a mystery. Maybe he likes the attractive women there, especially Fraulein Burstner, Josef is a bit of a wolf, then out of the sky, two men come to his room and arrest him, the arrogant guards even eat his breakfast, and try to take his good clothes too, the charge, they don't say or know or care! K. is shocked to the bone, but permitted to continue his ordinary work routine, a Twilight Zonish situation develops, K. ordered to see an examining magistrate and goes to an old apartment building, in a poor, shabby suburb of the city, finally after asking directions, Josef arrives on the fifth floor, late and finding the filthy hall full of people of various kinds, all of them look at Josef, as the main attraction there . The uncaring judge thinks he's a house painter, when K. informs him that he's the chief financial officer of a bank, the crowd has a big, long laugh, how can Josef take his trial seriously? The angry magistrate is powerless to control the boisterous gathering, and after many more such meetings , in rooms with dirty air, which makes the defendant quite sick, Josef in one place, is carried out of the building, to get fresh air, to resuscitate him. Days and weeks pass, Uncle Karl, from the country visits K. the concerned uncle, has heard of his nephew's troubles, and takes him to an old lawyer friend, Dr. Huld, the lawyer has lots of contacts but Huld is a very sick, old man, K. doesn't trust him either or anybody else. Other men he sees for aid, a painter, merchant, manufacturer and a priest, as his final hope, but nothing can get him off, his unknown perilous path, his darkness increases steadily. A nightmarish life hits hard the accused , and still no one tells him what crime was committed! The helpless banker feels the power of the State's Bureaucracy and his work at the bank suffers, as a consequence, substantially, it matter not that K. is innocent, no one asks him if he is guilty! Will this bad, horrendous dream ever end? The limited rights that any man has against an omniscient , totalitarian government, is shown in this remarkable novel.
November 4, 2022
丕賱賰賱 賲鬲賴賲 廿賱賶 兀賳 鬲孬亘鬲 亘乇丕亍鬲賴 賵 賱賰賳 賰賷賮 丕賱爻亘賷賱 廿賱賶 丕賱亘乇丕亍丞 賵 丕賱丨乇賷丞責
賱賯丿 賳爻賷鬲 兀賳 兀爻兀賱賰 兀賷 賳賵毓 賲賳 廿禺賱丕亍 丕賱爻亘賷賱 鬲乇賷丿責 賮賴賳丕賰 孬賱丕孬丞 兀賳賵丕毓: 丕賱兀賵賱 賵 賴賵 廿禺賱丕亍 丕賱爻亘賷賱 丕賱賳賴丕卅賷. 賵 丕賱孬丕賳賷 廿禺賱丕亍 爻亘賷賱 氐賵乇賷. 賵 丕賱孬丕賱孬 鬲兀噩賷賱 睾賷乇 賲丨丿丿 丕賱賲丿丞.廿禺賱丕亍 丕賱爻亘賷賱 丕賱賳賴丕卅賷 賴賵 賲丨囟 丕爻胤賵乇丞 賱賲 鬲丨丿孬 廿賱丕 賮賷 丨賰丕賷丕鬲 丕賱夭賲賳 丕賱睾丕亘乇 賵 賱丕 爻亘賷賱 賱賱鬲兀賰丿 賲賳賴丕.
兀賲丕 廿禺賱丕亍 丕賱爻亘賷賱 丕賱氐賵乇賷 賮賴賵 賲噩乇丿 卮賰賱賷丕鬲 賵 爻賷丿禺賱賰 賮賷 丿賵乇丞 賱丕 賳賴丕卅賷丞 賲賳 毓賲賱賷丕鬲 廿毓丕丿丞 丕賱賯亘囟 毓賱賷賰 孬賲 廿禺賱丕亍 爻亘賷賱賰 孬賲 廿毓丕丿丞 丕賱賯亘囟 毓賱賷賰 賮廿禺賱丕亍 爻亘賷賱賰 丿賵賳 賳賴丕賷丞 賱賴匕賴 丕賱丿賵乇丞 丕賱噩賴賳賲賷丞 賵 賰兀賳 丨賷丕鬲賰 亘丕賱賰丕賲賱 鬲鬲丨賵賱 賱禺丿賲丞 賯囟賷丞 丕賱匕賳亘 賮丕賱賳丿賲 賮丕賱鬲賵亘丞 賮丕賱毓賵丿丞 賮丕賱賳丿賲 賮丕賱鬲賵亘丞 賮丕賱毓賵丿丞 廿賱賶 賲丕 賱丕 賳賴丕賷丞 賱賴 賮賷 丕賱賵丕賯毓.
丕賱丨賱 丕賱兀禺賷乇 賵 賴賵 丕賱鬲兀噩賷賱 睾賷乇 丕賱賲丨丿丿 丕賱賲丿丞 賴賵 丨賱 賷賱噩兀 賱賴 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賳丕爻 賱兀賳賴 賷噩毓賱 賯囟賷鬲賰 鬲賯賮 毓賳丿 丕賱廿噩乇丕亍 丕賱丨丕賱賷 賵 賱丕 鬲鬲賯丿賲 丕賱鬲丨賯賷賯丕鬲 賮賷賴丕 兀亘丿丕 廿賱丕 廿匕丕 兀孬丕乇賴丕 兀丨丿 丕賱賯囟丕丞 賲賳 噩丿賷丿.
廿匕丕 賱丕 爻亘賷賱 賱賱鬲禺賱氐 賲賳 丕賱丕鬲賴丕賲 賵 丕賱卮毓賵乇 亘丕賱匕賳亘 賵 丕賱毓丕乇 賱賰 賵 賱賱毓丕卅賱丞 亘兀賰賲賱賴丕 賵 丕賱賮囟賷丨丞 丕賱賲爻鬲賲乇丞 賮賷 丕賱賲噩鬲賲毓 賮賷 賳馗丕賲 賯囟丕卅賷 賲鬲乇賴賱 賵 睾賷乇 毓丕丿賱 亘丕賱賲乇丞.
丕賱賲賷夭丞 丕賱賵丨賷丿丞 賴賷 兀賳賰 賲胤賱賯 丕賱爻乇丕丨 乇睾賲 兀賳賰 賲賯亘賵囟丕 毓賱賷賰! 賱丕 囟賷乇 賮賷 兀賳 鬲賲丕乇爻 毓賲賱賰 丕賱賲毓鬲丕丿 賵 丨賷丕鬲賰 丕賱胤亘賷毓賷丞 賵 鬲賵丕賮賷 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賰賱 賷賵賲 兀丨丿 賱賲鬲丕亘毓丞 丕賱賯囟賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 爻鬲卮睾賱賰 胤賵丕賱 丕賱兀爻亘賵毓 兀賷囟丕 賵 鬲囟睾胤 毓賱賶 兀毓氐丕亘賰 賵 鬲噩毓賱賰 賲鬲賵鬲乇丕 丿丕卅賲丕 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 兀賷 爻亘賷賱 賱賲乇丕囟丕丞 賴賷卅丞 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 賵 丕賱賵氐賵賱 廿賱賶 丨賱賵賱 兀賵 兀賳氐丕賮 丨賱賵賱 賱賱賳噩丕丞 亘賳賮爻賰 賲賳 賲氐賷乇 賱賲 賷賳噩 賲賳賴 兀丨丿. 賷賵賲 丕賱兀丨丿 賴賵 賷賵賲 丕賱匕賴丕亘 賱賲鬲丕亘毓丞 丕賱賯囟賷丞 賮賷 丕賱賲丨賰賲丞 兀賲 賴賲 賷賵賲 丕賱匕賴丕亘 賱賲鬲丕亘毓丞 丕賱賯囟賷丞 賮賷 丕賱賰丕鬲丿乇丕卅賷丞責 賱賯丿 丕禺鬲賱胤鬲 丕賱兀賲賵乇 鬲賲丕賲丕 賮賱賲 兀毓丿 兀賲賷夭 亘賷賳 丕賱廿孬賳賷賳.
賱賰賳 丕賱賳丕爻 噩賲賷毓丕 賱丕 賷賮賰乇賵賳 賮賷 賯囟丕賷丕賴賲 賲孬賱賲丕 鬲賮毓賱 兀賳鬲. 賮兀賳丕 賲孬賱丕 賯丿 賯亘囟 毓賱賷 兀賷囟丕 賱賰賳賳賷 賱賲 兀賯丿賲 兀賷丞 賲爻鬲賳丿丕鬲 賵 賱賲 兀丨丕賵賱 兀賳 兀賮毓賱 卮賷卅丕 賲賳 兀賷 賳賵毓. 賴賱 鬲毓鬲賯丿 兀賳 賱賴匕賴 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 兀賴賲賷丞責亘胤賱 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賴賵 噩賵夭賷賮 賰. 兀賲丕 噩賵夭賷賮 賮賴賵 丕爻賲 丕賱賳亘賷 賷賵爻賮 兀卮賴乇 亘乇賷亍 賮賷 賴匕丕 丕賱毓丕賱賲 丕賱睾賷乇 毓丕丿賱 亘丕賱賲乇丞 賵 毓賱賶 賲乇 丕賱毓氐賵乇. 賵 兀賲丕 賰 賮賯丿 賷賰賵賳 賴賵 賰丕賮賰丕 賳賮爻賴 賵 賯丿 賷賰賵賳 兀賳鬲 兀賵 兀賳丕 兀賵 兀賷 賮乇丿 兀乇賾賯賴 賲氐賷乇賴 賵 賮賰乇 賮賷 賱丨馗丞 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 賵 噩丿賵賶 丕賱胤乇賷賯.
賲孬賱賲丕 賰丕賳 賷賵爻賮 賲丐鬲賲賳 毓賱賶 禺夭丕卅賳 丕賱兀乇囟 賰丕賳 兀賷囟丕 噩賵夭賷賮 賲賵馗賮 賰亘賷乇 賮賷 丕賱亘賳賰. 賵 賲孬賱賲丕 鬲毓孬乇 賷賵爻賮 亘丕賱賳爻丕亍 鬲毓孬乇 賮賷賴賳 兀賷囟丕 噩賵夭賷賮 賵 丕賳 丕禺鬲賱賮 乇丿 丕賱賮毓賱 賲賳 丕賱賳賯賷囟 賱賱賳賯賷囟.
賯丕賱 丕賱賰丕賴賳 賵 賴賵 賷賲丿 賷丿賴 賱賲氐丕賮丨丞 賰:賵 賲賳 賲賳丕 賷爻鬲胤賷毓 兀賳 賷鬲亘賷賳 丕賱胤乇賷賯 賮賷 賴匕丕 丕賱馗賱丕賲 丕賱丿丕賲爻. 馗賱賲丕鬲 亘毓囟賴丕 賮賵賯 亘毓囟 廿匕丕 兀禺乇噩 賷丿賴 賱賲 賷賰丿 賷乇丕賴丕. 賵 爻購亘購賱 賲鬲賮乇賯丞 毓賱賶 乇兀爻 賰賱 賲賳賴丕 卮賷胤丕賳 賲爻鬲毓丿 賵 賲鬲卮賵賯 賱兀賳 賷兀禺匕 亘賷丿賰 廿賱賶 胤乇賷賯 丕賱囟賱丕賱.
丨爻賳丕 鬲爻鬲胤賷毓 兀賳 鬲匕賴亘.
賱賰賳賳賷 賱賳 兀爻鬲胤賷毓 兀賳 兀噩丿 丕賱胤乇賷賯 廿賱賶 丕賱禺丕乇噩 亘賲賮乇丿賷 賵爻胤 賴匕丕 丕賱馗賱丕賲.
丕賳毓胤賮 廿賱賶 賷爻丕乇 丕賱丨丕卅胤 孬賲 爻乇 亘噩賵丕乇 丕賱噩丿丕乇 丨鬲賶 鬲氐賱 廿賱賶 丕賱亘丕亘.
賯丕賱 丕賱賰丕賴賳 匕賱賰 賵 丕亘鬲毓丿 毓賳 賰 禺胤賵鬲賷賳 賮丕囟胤乇 賰 兀賳 賷氐賷丨:
丕賳賳賷 兀賳鬲馗乇.
兀賱丕 鬲乇賷丿 賲賳賷 卮賷卅丕 丕賱兀賳責
賱丕.
賱賯丿 賰賳鬲 鬲毓丕賲賱賳賷 亘乇賯丞 賱賮鬲乇丞 賵 賯丿 卮乇丨鬲 賱賷 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賵 丕賱兀賳 鬲鬲乇賰賳賷 兀匕賴亘 賵 賰兀賳賰 賱丕 鬲賴鬲賲 亘賷 賲胤賱賯丕.!
賱賰賳賰 賲囟胤乇 賱賱乇丨賷賱.
賳毓賲. 賵 賱賰賳賰 鬲乇賶 兀賳賳賷 賱丕 兀毓乇賮 丕賱胤乇賷賯.
賱丕 毓噩亘 兀賳 賷賰鬲亘 賰丕賮賰丕 毓賳 丕賱毓丿丕賱丞 賵 賴賵 乇噩賱 丕賱賯丕賳賵賳 丕賱丨丕氐賱 賮賷賴 毓賱賶 兀毓賱賶 丕賱丿乇噩丕鬲 賵 賱丕 毓噩亘 兀賳 賷卮睾賱賴 丕賱賲氐賷乇 賵 賴賵 丕賱賲亘鬲賱賶 亘丕賱賲乇囟 乇亘毓 毓賲乇賴 丕賱賯氐賷乇 賵 賱丕 毓噩亘 兀賳 賷賲賵鬲 亘毓丿 賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 亘毓丕賲賷賳 賮賯胤 賱兀賳賴 賰丕賳 賲賳 丕賱賵丕囟丨 噩丿丕 兀賳賴 賷乇孬賷 賳賮爻賴 賴賳丕 賵 賷乇孬賷 賰賱 賲賳 賲丕鬲 賯亘賱賴 賵賰賱 賲賳 爻賷賲賵鬲 亘毓丿賴 亘賱丕 噩丿賵賶 賵 毓賱賶 丨丿 鬲毓亘賷乇賴 賰丕賱賰賱亘.
鬲亘丿兀 丕賱丨賰丕賷丞 賷賵賲 毓賷丿 賲賷賱丕丿賴 丕賱孬賱丕孬賷賳 賵 鬲賳鬲賴賷 賷賵賲 毓賷丿 賲賷賱丕丿賴 丕賱丨丕丿賷 賵 丕賱孬賱丕孬賷賳 賮賷 丿賱丕賱丞 賵丕囟丨丞 賲乇鬲亘胤丞 亘毓賲乇 丕賱賲爻賷丨 賵 鬲丕乇賷禺 丿毓賵鬲賴 丕賱鬲賷 亘丿兀鬲 亘毓賲乇 丕賱孬賱丕孬賷賳 賵 丕賳鬲賴鬲 亘賮丕乇賯 孬賱丕孬丞 兀毓賵丕賲 賱丕 毓丕賲 賵丕丨丿 賰賲丕 丨丿孬 賲毓 噩賵夭賷賮.
賷兀鬲賷賴 賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 丕賱賲賱賰丕賳 丕賱賲賵賰賱丕賳 亘賴 兀賵 丕賱賲毓賷賳丕賳 賱賴 丨爻亘 鬲毓亘賷乇賴 賱賷爻丿賱丕 丕賱爻鬲丕乇 毓賱賶 賯氐丞 鬲丨丿孬 賰賱 賷賵賲.
賲賳 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 賷噩亘 兀賳 鬲賯乇兀賴丕 賲乇丕乇 賵 廿賳 賱賲 鬲賮毓賱 賮賲乇丞 賵丕丨丿丞 賵 廿賳 賱賲 鬲賮毓賱 賮賯丿 禺爻乇鬲 丕賱賰孬賷乇.
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賲鬲毓丿丿丞 丕賱賲爻鬲賵賷丕鬲 賵 賱賴丕 毓丿丞 賯乇丕亍丕鬲 丿賷賳賷丞 賵 爻賷丕爻賷丞 賵 丕噩鬲賲丕毓賷丞 賵 鬲丕乇賷禺賷丞 賵 爻乇賷丕賱賷丞 兀賷囟丕. 賰賱 賲賳 賯乇兀賴丕 兀丿賱賶 亘丿賱賵賴 賵 丕賲鬲賱賰 鬲賮爻賷乇賴 賵 賴匕丕 賴賵 爻乇 噩賲丕賱 賰丕賮賰丕 賵 爻乇 丌賱丕賲賴 兀賷囟丕.
October 9, 2018
Such is life that some people are convicted of nonexistent crimes while others are elevated to brilliant careers despite evident character deficiencies.
Who but Kafka can show the absurdity of "justice" in a world where power trumps reason, and political strength trumps fairness?
Is it only me turning paranoid, or does Kafka become more and more "realistic", as our world turns more and more "kafkaesque"?
Maybe the Non-Nobel Prize in Literature this year could go posthumously to all those dystopian, surrealistic writers that saw our world of today before it existed? To Kafka, Orwell and Borges - from the Swedish Non-Academy, convulsively in the Process of Metamorphosis to Kafka's bugs? A Non-Nobel to Kafka for prophetically writing his Cassandra-call to a blind and deaf-mute humanity!
Who but Kafka can show the absurdity of "justice" in a world where power trumps reason, and political strength trumps fairness?
Is it only me turning paranoid, or does Kafka become more and more "realistic", as our world turns more and more "kafkaesque"?
Maybe the Non-Nobel Prize in Literature this year could go posthumously to all those dystopian, surrealistic writers that saw our world of today before it existed? To Kafka, Orwell and Borges - from the Swedish Non-Academy, convulsively in the Process of Metamorphosis to Kafka's bugs? A Non-Nobel to Kafka for prophetically writing his Cassandra-call to a blind and deaf-mute humanity!
September 2, 2019
A Crazy Train
All Aboard!
No novel comes close to this one in the intensely nightmarish portrayal of the type of dark "justice" of dictatorial governments, particularly those that came to power after its 1925 publication.
THE TRIAL, also like no other, gives the reader a special, and by all means necessary, appreciation for the criminal justice system and the fundamental rights of life and liberty that we take for granted in a democracy.
Imagine: you are charged with a crime, but no one will tell you what that crime is, who specifically (what part of government) is charging you with the crime and/or is tasked with prosecuting the charges against you, where to read the law that prohibits the forbidden act, omission or conspiracy, when you committed the "crime," who accused you, the substance of the evidence against you (even in general terms), who or what was harmed, when your trial will take place, who will be charged with finding you guilty or innocent, what type of punishment you may face, whether you may appeal, among other missing items. Then, when you talk to court workers and even your own lawyer, there may be some nebulous way to avoid prosecution but no one can say exactly what that is and otherwise it's a foregone conclusion that you will be found guilty, your best hope being to drag out the process as long as you can just to stay alive as this crazy train hurtles toward your inevitable end.
A historic classic masterwork that plants in its reader bad-dream seeds that may not germinate for years, but they will... yes, they will.
All Aboard!
No novel comes close to this one in the intensely nightmarish portrayal of the type of dark "justice" of dictatorial governments, particularly those that came to power after its 1925 publication.
THE TRIAL, also like no other, gives the reader a special, and by all means necessary, appreciation for the criminal justice system and the fundamental rights of life and liberty that we take for granted in a democracy.
Imagine: you are charged with a crime, but no one will tell you what that crime is, who specifically (what part of government) is charging you with the crime and/or is tasked with prosecuting the charges against you, where to read the law that prohibits the forbidden act, omission or conspiracy, when you committed the "crime," who accused you, the substance of the evidence against you (even in general terms), who or what was harmed, when your trial will take place, who will be charged with finding you guilty or innocent, what type of punishment you may face, whether you may appeal, among other missing items. Then, when you talk to court workers and even your own lawyer, there may be some nebulous way to avoid prosecution but no one can say exactly what that is and otherwise it's a foregone conclusion that you will be found guilty, your best hope being to drag out the process as long as you can just to stay alive as this crazy train hurtles toward your inevitable end.
A historic classic masterwork that plants in its reader bad-dream seeds that may not germinate for years, but they will... yes, they will.
June 27, 2024
(9 March, 2012)
First, a quick summary of this horrible, horrible novel. Some jackass gets arrested, he does things you would not do, sees people you would not see and has thoughts you would not have. After that, a priest and a parable then, mercifully, the end.
Now my thoughts. K. is a pompous ass with a very important job - to him. The bureaucrats are the best part of the whole story, all job description, no brains (like now!). K's uncle, lawyer and landlady are very forgettable. Fr盲ulein B眉rstner is intriguing, so is Titorelli. The priest is a tool and his parable made me think I was reading the novelisation of "The Never Ending Story". The ending made me smile, it was the end after all.
First, a quick summary of this horrible, horrible novel. Some jackass gets arrested, he does things you would not do, sees people you would not see and has thoughts you would not have. After that, a priest and a parable then, mercifully, the end.
Now my thoughts. K. is a pompous ass with a very important job - to him. The bureaucrats are the best part of the whole story, all job description, no brains (like now!). K's uncle, lawyer and landlady are very forgettable. Fr盲ulein B眉rstner is intriguing, so is Titorelli. The priest is a tool and his parable made me think I was reading the novelisation of "The Never Ending Story". The ending made me smile, it was the end after all.
May 26, 2022
鈥淣o," said the priest, "you don't need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary." "Depressing view," said K. "The lie made into the rule of the world.鈥�
Reading Franz Kafka's The Trial is a frustrating experience, but that's at least partially the point. Our protagonist, Josef K is arrested, but neither he nor the reader know why he's been arrested. The remaining narrative is a sort of judgment on all the decisions he's made. Although he is 'free' for most of the novel, K's trial consumes all his time, and he is locked in a course of events over which he has little or no control.
How are we to judge K's trial? Indeed, K's entire ordeal is impossible to come to grips with. The process of the trial playing out even if it is not outwardly 'in session' and K's own processing of events, forces us to recognize that our decisions are consequential. Even decisions that don't seem significant. This is especially apparent at the end of the novel (which brings us to a sort of tragic anticlimactic climax). It's difficult to determine if such an end is inevitable, or, for that matter, whether K's fate is for him alone or for all of us.
Reading Franz Kafka's The Trial is a frustrating experience, but that's at least partially the point. Our protagonist, Josef K is arrested, but neither he nor the reader know why he's been arrested. The remaining narrative is a sort of judgment on all the decisions he's made. Although he is 'free' for most of the novel, K's trial consumes all his time, and he is locked in a course of events over which he has little or no control.
How are we to judge K's trial? Indeed, K's entire ordeal is impossible to come to grips with. The process of the trial playing out even if it is not outwardly 'in session' and K's own processing of events, forces us to recognize that our decisions are consequential. Even decisions that don't seem significant. This is especially apparent at the end of the novel (which brings us to a sort of tragic anticlimactic climax). It's difficult to determine if such an end is inevitable, or, for that matter, whether K's fate is for him alone or for all of us.
February 8, 2016
Somebody must have made a false accusation against me, for I was accused of not having read The Trial without having even raised the topic. I fixed up a brew, poked in a madeleine, and summoned up the liars of recall. I recalled my sixteen-year-old self, in his bedroom in his backwater home town, feasting on Vonnegut, Poe, and Kafka one miserable summer . . . then the liars spoke to me: 鈥淎re you merely inserting Kafka鈥檚 The Trial as a book you ought to have read during that summer of pain, when in actual fact . . . ?鈥� I knew I had seen Orson Welles鈥檚 frenetic adaptation from the 60s, because I recall thinking: 鈥業 can鈥檛 remember this section from The Trial, I wonder what Welles invented.鈥� Because, perhaps, in actual fact, in spite of those proud teenage brags, I hadn鈥檛 actually read The Trial at all? I writhed in agony for two days, desperate to prise details of that first reading to appease my accusers. Then I simply checked out The Trial from the library and read the bastard. Quite possibly for the FIRST time. There we are. Masterpiece. Screw you, memory.
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