The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 1 Page 27

joke.” “Quite right,” said the supervisor, looking to see how many matches were left in the box.

“But on the other hand,” K. went on, looking round at everyone there and even wishing he could get the attention of the three who were looking at the photographs, “on the other hand this really can't be all that important. That follows from the fact that I've been indicted, but can't think of the slightest offence for which I could be indicted. But even that is all beside the point, the main question is: Who is issuing the indictment? What office is conducting this affair? Are you officials? None of you is wearing a uniform, unless what you are wearing” - here he turned towards Franz - “is meant to be a uniform, it's actually more of a travelling suit. I require a clear answer to