It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted, I was on my way to the station. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized that it was much later than I had thought and that I had to hurry; the shock of this discovery made me feel uncertain of the way, I wasn’t very well acquainted with the town yet; fortunately, there was a policeman at hand, I ran to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: “You asking me the way?” “Yes,” I said, “since I can’t find it myself.” “Give it up, give it up!” said he, and turned with a sudden jerk, like someone who wants to be alone with his laughter.
Nonetheless “we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” The best we can hope for is to learn to laugh...at ourselves.
It was late in the evening when K arrived.