himself on his trembling knees and clearly wanted to plead for some
explanation. It was the first time the lawyer had spoken any clear words
directly to Block. He looked down with his tired eyes, half blankly and
half at Block, who slowly sank back down on his knees under this gaze.
"What the judge said has no meaning for you," said the lawyer. "You
needn't be frightened at every word. If you do it again I won't tell you
anything else at all. It's impossible to start a sentence without you
looking at me as if you were receiving your final judgement. You should
be ashamed of yourself here in front of my client! And you're destroying
the trust he has for me. Just what is it you want? You're still alive,
you're still under my protection. There's no point in worrying!
Somewhere you've read that the final judgement can often come without
warning, from anyone at any time. And, in the right circumstances,
that's basically true, but it's also true that I dislike your anxiety
and fear and see that you don't have the trust in me you should have.
Now what have I just said? I repeated something said by one of the
judges. You know that there are so many various opinions about the
procedure that they form into a great big pile and nobody can make any
sense of them. This judge, for instance, sees proceedings as starting at
a different point from where I do. A difference of opinion, nothing
more. At a certain stage in the proceedings tradition has it that a sign
is given by ringing a bell. This judge sees that as the point at which
proceedings begin. I can't set out all the opinions opposed to that
view here, and you wouldn't understand it anyway, suffice it to say
that there are many reasons to disagree with him." Embarrassed, Block
ran his fingers through the pile of the carpet, his anxiety about what
the judge had said had let him forget his inferior status towards the
lawyer for a while, he thought only about himself and turned the judge's
words round to examine them from all sides. "Block," said Leni, as if
reprimanding him, and, taking hold of the collar of his coat, pulled him
up slightly higher. "Leave the carpet alone and listen to what the
lawyer is saying."
_This chapter was left unfinished._
Chapter Nine
In the Cathedral
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