He saw how a light
flickered on and the two halves of a window opened out,
somebody, made weak and thin by the height and the distance,
leant suddenly far out from it and stretched his arms
out even further. Who was that? A friend? A good person?
Somebody who was taking part? Somebody who wanted to
help? Was he alone? Was it everyone? Would anyone help?
Were there objections that had been forgotten? There must
have been some. The logic cannot be refuted, but someone
who wants to live will not resist it. Where was the judge he’d
never seen? Where was the high court he had never reached?
He raised both hands and spread out all his fingers.
But the hands of one of the gentleman were laid on K.’s
throat, while the other pushed the knife deep into his heart
and twisted it there, twice. As his eyesight failed, K. saw the
two gentlemen cheek by cheek, close in front of his face,
watching the result. “Like a dog!” he said, it was as if the
shame of it should outlive him.