details of his costume and pose in this picture, pastel colours aren't really suitable for showing people like this.” “Yes,” said K., “it does seem odd that it's in pastel colours.” “That's what the judge wanted,” said the painter, “it's meant to be for a woman.” The sight of the picture seemed to make him feel like working, he rolled up his shirtsleeves, picked up a few of the crayons, and K.

watched as a reddish shadow built up around the head of the judge under their quivering tips and radiated out the to edges of the picture. This shadow play slowly surrounded the head like a decoration or lofty distinction. But around the figure of Justice, apart from some coloration that was barely noticeable, it remained light, and in this brightness the figure seemed to shine