“Well,” said the usher, “I thought you'd be interested in it.” “Alright then,” said K. finally, “I'll come with you.” And, quicker than the usher himself, he ran up the steps.

At the entrance he nearly fell over, as behind the door there was another step. “They don't show much concern for the public,” he said. “They don't show any concern at all,” said the usher, “just look at the waiting room here.” It consisted of a long corridor from which roughly made doors led out to the separate departments of the attic. There was no direct source of light but it was not entirely dark as many of the departments, instead of solid walls, had just wooden bars reaching up to the ceiling to separate them from the corridor.