The Trial Chapter 1 Page 12

But now he stood in the middle of the room with his papers in his hand and still looking at the door which did not open again. He stayed like that until he was startled out of it by the shout of the policeman who sat at the little table at the open window and, as K.

now saw, was eating his breakfast. “Why didn't she come in?” he asked. “She's not allowed to,” said the big policeman. “You're under arrest, aren't you.” “But how can I be under arrest? And how come it's like this?” “Now you're starting again,” said the policeman, dipping a piece of buttered bread in the honeypot. “We don't answer questions like that.” “You will have to answer them,” said K. “Here are my identification papers, now show me