the chair and kept it in both his hands for a little while, as if holding it out for the policemen's inspection. They shook their heads. “It's got to be a black coat,” they said. At that, K. threw the coat to the floor and said - without knowing even himself what he meant by it - “Well it's not going to be the main trial, after all.” The policemen laughed, but continued to insist, “It's got to be a black coat.” “Well that's alright by me if it makes things go any faster,” said K.
He opened the wardrobe himself, spent a long time searching through all the clothes, and chose his best black suit which had a short jacket that had greatly surprised those who knew him, then he also pulled out a fresh shirt and began, carefully, to get dressed.