Notes on Certainty

“A young man,” said K. “Right,” said the landlady, “and what is he doing?” “It seems to me he’s lying on a board stretching himself and yawning.” The landlady laughed. “Quite wrong,” she said. “But here’s the board and he’s lying on it,” persisted K. on his side. “But look more carefully,” said the landlady, annoyed, “is he really lying down?” “No,” said K. now, “he’s floating, and now I can see it, it’s not a board at all, but probably a rope, and the young man is taking a high leap.”

Kafka, The Castle

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