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“It's true that you're under arrest, but that shouldn't stop you from carrying out your job. And there shouldn't be anything to stop you carrying on with your usual life." "In that case it's not too bad, being under arrest," said K.”

Quote by Frank Kafka

Book:The Trial
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The Trial

In this classic work, the protagonist, Joseph K., is arrested and subjected to a relentless and illogical trial. The narrative delves into the complexities of the legal system and the human condition, leaving readers pondering the nature of justice and the absurdity of life. more

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Frank Kafka

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