The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 9 Page 33

“How do you imagine it will end?” asked the priest. “At first I thought it was bound to end well,” said K., “but now I have my doubts about it. I don't know how it will end. Do you know?” “I don't,” said the priest, “but I fear it will end badly. You are considered guilty. Your case will probably not even go beyond a minor court. Provisionally at least, your guilt is seen as proven.” “But I'm not guilty,” said K., “there's been a mistake. How is it even possible for someone to be guilty. We're all human beings here, one like the other.” “That is true,” said the priest, “but that is how the guilty speak.” “Do you presume I'm guilty too?” asked K.

“I make no presumptions about you,” said the priest.