...there must be. Logic is doubtless unshakable, but it cannot withstand a man who wants to go on living. Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where...penetrated? He raised his hands and spread out all his fingers.52 This is the moment of his novel where Kafka perhaps comes closest to "giving away" the existential...

...there must be. Logic is doubtless unshakable, but it cannot withstand a man who wants to go on living. Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where...penetrated? He raised his hands and spread out all his fingers.48 For the first time K visualizes the solidarity of mankind, the possibility of friendship...

...adding further prequestions that remain unanswered: "Were there objections that one had forgotten?" "Where was the judge whom he had never seen?" "Where was the high Court that he had never reached?" (194). There are crossings and partings in both texts between notions of...

...last failure of his lay with him who had not left him the remnant of strength necessary for the deed But the hands of one of the partners were already at K.'s throat, while the other thrust the knife deep into his heart and turned it there twice. . . . "Like a dog!" he said; it was as if the shame...

...The authorities take over, and till the very last minute they hold their mirror up in front of K.: But the hands of one of the partners were already at K.'s throat, while the other thrust the knife deep into his heart and turned it there twice. With failing eyes K. could still see the two of them...

...there must be. Logic may indeed be unshakable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live. Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where was the High Court, to which he had never penetrated?174 In thisJoban interpretation the universe has become incomprehensible and meaningless....

...tested the cutting edges in the moonlight. . . . [K.] raised his hands and spread out all his rmgers. But the hands of one of the partners were already at K.'s throat, while the other thrust the knife deep into his heart and turned it twice. With failing eyes K. could still see the two of them immediately...

...there must be. Logic is doubtless unshakable, but it cannot withstand a man who wants to go on living. Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where...But the hands of one of the partners were already at K. 's throat, while the other thrust the knife deep into his heart and turned it there twice. With...

...farther. . . . [Andj he [in turn] raised his hands and spread out all his fingers."66 But it was too late. "The hands of one of the partners were already at K.'s throat." If he felt that he died "like a dog" and that the "shame of it must outlive him," my sense is that...

...inner courtyard of old houses in Prague." Editor's note in Kafka, 119. 75. Not really. But who is? "Where was the Judge whom he had never seen? Where...the high Court, to which he had never penetrated?" Kafka, The Trial, 228. 76. Kafka, "Letter to His Father," 119-20. The letter is discussed, inter alia,...