Monday, January 4, 2016

Franz Kafka, The Trial, Chapter Ten, The End

"The only thing I can do now," he told himself, and the regular correspondence between his steps and the steps of the other two confirmed his thought, "the only think for me to go on doing is to keep my intelligence calm and analytical to the end. I always wanted to snatch 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's trial has taught me anything? Am I to leave this world as a man who has no common sense? Are people to say of me after I am gone that at the beginning of my case I wanted to finish it, and at the end I wanted to begin it again? I don't want that to be said."

-- Franz Kafka, The Trial, Chapter Ten, The End

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