The Trial -  Franz Kafka, Max Brod, Willa Muir, Edwin Muir

K. keeps blowing wind like no one's business. His speech pattern is like an Sturgeon's Law example (and I'm having flashback to some very annoying, unending conversations).


Plot-wise, this is going down an unexpected road. Or it's taking a very magic-realism lulling detour. It's making me half confused and all anxious.