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An old manuscript kafka11/26/2023 ![]() likewise felt embarrassed they exchanged helpless glances there was some kind of misunderstanding between them, which neither of them could clear up. looked back at the artist, who, he noticed, was very embarrassed but unable to indicate the reason for his embarrassment. K., who was very eager to see what would come next in the inscription, gazed at the stone, paying little heed to the man.Īnd in fact, the man was about to continue writing, but he could not, something was hindering him, he lowered the pencil and turned to K. After writing those two words, he looked back at K. Through some extremely skillful manipulation, he succeeded in producing gold letters with that ordinary pencil he wrote: “Here LIES-” Each letter came out clean and beautiful, deeply incised and in purest gold. So he stood on tiptoe, steadying himself by propping his left hand against the surface of the stone. He now applied this pencil to the top end of the stone the stone was very high, he did not even have to lean down, but he did have to bend forward, since he did not wish to step on the burial mound, which separated him from the stone. He was wearing only trousers and a misbuttoned shirt a velvet cap was on his head in his hand, he clutched an ordinary pencil, drawing figures in the air even as he approached. Instantly, a third man emerged from the bushes, and K. showed up, they thrust the stone into the earth, and it stood there as if cemented to the ground. Two men were standing behind the grave, holding a headstone between them in the air the moment K. Since the path continued rushing along beneath his feet as he leaped off, he staggered and fell to his knees right in front of the mound. While his eyes were still riveted in the distance, he abruptly saw the burial mound next to the path – indeed almost behind him by now. At times, however, he could barely glimpse the mound, it was covered with flags that twisted and flapped powerfully against one another the flag bearers could not be seen, but there appeared to be great rejoicing. This burial mound exerted an almost enticing effect on him, and he felt he could not get there fast enough. From far away, he spotted a freshly dug burial mound at which he wanted to halt. Its paths were highly artificial, impractical in their windings, yet he glided along such a path as if hovering unshakeably over raging water. But no sooner had he taken a few steps than he was already at the graveyard.
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