certain families even knows them. In the drawer there, for instance, I've got my father's notes, which I don't show to anyone. But you're only able to paint judges if you know what they say.

Although, even if I lost them no-one could ever dispute my position because of all the rules I just carry round in my head. All the judges want to be painted like the old, great judges were, and I'm the only one who can do that.” “You are to be envied,” said K., thinking of his position at the bank. “Your position is quite unassailable, then?” “Yes, quite unassailable,” said the painter, and he raised his shoulders in pride. “That's how I can even afford to help some poor man facing trial now and then.” “And how do you do that?” asked K., as if the painter had not just