The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 7 Page 84

said the painter, finally. “Now I see,” said K., “here's the blindfold and here are the scales. But aren't those wings on her heels, and isn't she moving?” “Yes,” said the painter, “I had to paint it like that according to the contract.

It's actually the figure of justice and the goddess of victory all in one.” “That is not a good combination,” said K. with a smile. “Justice needs to remain still, otherwise the scales will move about and it won't be possible to make a just verdict.” “I'm just doing what the client wanted,” said the painter. “Yes, certainly,” said K., who had not meant to criticise anyone by that comment. “You've painted the figure as it actually appears on the throne.” “No,” said the painter,