ABSTRACT
The scene is the darkened, otherwise empty, cathedral in Prague. Rain is falling outside. For a moment, there is no other sound:
The priest had already taken a step or two away from him, but [Joseph K.] cried out in a loud voice. “Please wait a moment.” “I am waiting,” said the priest. “Don’t you want anything from me?” asked K. “No,” said the priest…. “[But] you are the prison chaplain,” said K., groping his way nearer to the priest again…. “That means I belong to the Court,” said the priest. “So why should I want anything from you? The Court wants nothing from you, it receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.”1
