The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 2 Page 29

Without having intended it, he had raised his voice. Somewhere in the hall, someone raised his hands and applauded him shouting, “Bravo! Why not then? Bravo! Again I say, Bravo!” Some of the men in the first row groped around in their beards, none of them looked round to see who was shouting. Not even K. thought him of any importance but it did raise his spirits; he no longer thought it at all necessary that all of those in the hall should applaud him, it was enough if the majority of them began to think about the matter and if only one of them, now and then, was persuaded.

“I'm not trying to be a successful orator,” said K.

after this thought, “that's probably more than I'm capable of anyway. I'm sure the examining judge can speak far better than I can, it