Chapter 22 Chapter Nineteen

If Erlanger hadn't stood at the open door, pointed his index finger, and gestured to him, he would probably have walked through Erlanger's room in a daze.Erlanger was already dressed comfortably to go out. He was wearing a black leather coat with a straight collar that buttoned up at the neck.A page was handing him gloves and was holding a fur hat. "You're overdue," Erlanger said. K was going to make amends.Erlanger closed his eyes wearily, indicating that he was not interested in listening. "The thing is," he said, "that there used to be a waitress named Frieda in the bar; I only knew her name, not the girl herself, and she had nothing to do with me. That Frieda sometimes served Clara. Now it looks like there's a new girl there. Speaking of which, of course, this change probably doesn't affect anyone very much, let alone Klamm. Of course Klamm has the highest number of posts, but The higher the position, the less energy you have to deal with external troubles. As a result, any small change in a small matter can cause big trouble. As long as there is a small change on the desk, no one can remember when it was stained The blemishes are wiped away, and any change of this kind can be troublesome, as can a change of waitress. Well, of course, all of this, even if it's troublesome for anyone else, at any given time Trouble at work didn't come to Klamm; Trouble is to be found on him,--if we think it may be trouble for him, we get rid of it. We do this not for him, nor for his work, but for ourselves, to make us You have a clear conscience. So that Frieda must come back to the bar at once. Maybe it's just because she's back that she's causing trouble; then we'll get rid of her again, but for the time being she has to come back. You're said to be living with her, Therefore, you must immediately prepare to have her come back. This cannot take into account personal feelings. Of course, it goes without saying, so I don’t want to discuss this matter any further. As long as you do this trivial matter so that I can trust you, you will be able to meet her in the future. Any opportunity is always good for you, and it is unnecessary for me to remind you of this. That's all I want to tell you." Erlanger nodded to K and told him to go, and put on the leather hat offered by the attendant , and then walked towards the end of the corridor with the attendant, although the pace was fast, it was just a little limp.

Sometimes the orders given here are easy to carry out, but K. is not satisfied with these orders.Not only because it was on Frieda's head, and even though it was an order, K. sounded like a sneer, but mainly because all his efforts were seen to be in vain.No matter what order, whether it is unfavorable or beneficial, he is not taken seriously. Even the most favorable order is probably unfavorable in the final analysis, but he is not taken seriously anyway. The position is too low to interfere, let alone to prohibit orders and find an opportunity to express their opinions.What will you do if Erlanger won't let you speak?If he lets you talk, what can you say to him?To tell you the truth, K still felt that his body was tired because of today's troubles, and all the unfavorable circumstances came second. Back then, he thought his body could hold on, and if he didn't have that belief, he would never have ventured out. Why couldn't he? How about staying up all night?Here, where no one gets tired, or rather, where everyone gets tired all the time, it doesn't do any harm to the work, indeed, it even seems to make it work, why in this place? place, he was too tired to bear it?From this it can be concluded that this kind of fatigue is completely different from K's fatigue.Here fatigue is doubtless contained in pleasant work, and what appears to be fatigue is actually indestructible rest, indestructible tranquility.If you feel a little tired in the middle of the day, that's a welcome and natural part of the day. "It's always noon for the gentlemen here," said K. to himself.

Now at five o'clock, everything on both sides of the corridor is alive, and the scene at this time is more or less consistent with the situation described in the above sentence.There was something joyful about the noise in the room.For a while, it sounds like the cheers of children preparing to go to a picnic, and for a while, it looks like a chicken coop at dawn. The joy and the atmosphere of dawn blend in harmony.I don't know where there is a gentleman imitating the crowing of a rooster.Although the corridor is still empty, the door has been opened and closed suddenly, and someone opened the door a little from time to time, and then closed it again immediately, only the sound of doors opening and closing can be heard in the corridor, in a block that does not reach the ceiling. From time to time, above the partition wall, K. saw the shaggy heads sticking out in the early morning, and then retracted immediately and disappeared.In the distance, a servant slowly came over pushing a small cart with files.There was also a servant walking beside the car, holding a list in his hand, clearly comparing the room numbers indicated on the file.The trolley almost stops when it reaches the door of a room. Usually the door is opened at this time, and the file to be delivered is handed in immediately. However, sometimes it is just a small piece of paper. There was a conversation in the corridor, probably the attendant being scolded.If the door still does not open, carefully pile the files by the door.In such a situation, it seemed to K that the number of times the doors were opened and closed had not decreased, but had increased, even though the files had been delivered door to door.Maybe it's because others are eager to peek at the files that are inexplicably left at the door. They don't understand that whoever wants to get the files in his name can just open the door, but why can't they open it; maybe no one picks it up. The archives that have been sent may be distributed to several other lords after a while, and these lords are constantly peeping in front of their eyes, to see if the files are still at the door, and if there is any hope that they will be distributed to them.Coincidentally, most of these files that are still on hold are bundles of large bundles. I thought in my heart that those files that are not being taken away for the time being may be because people want to show off, or they may have malicious intentions, or even It may be out of a sense of justifiable pride, so as to stimulate colleagues.Often when he happened not to be looking at it, the package of files that had been sitting there for a long time would suddenly be dragged into the room, and the door would remain motionless again. This often itchy thing was finally removed, he couldn't help but be disappointed, he could say he was satisfied, but then he got busy with the door opening and closing again, seeing this fact, he felt more and more that his idea was right.

K. reflected on all this, not only with curiosity, but also with sympathy.He was very happy to join in this bustle, looking here and there, and followed the two attendants, even if they were separated by a considerable distance, although they had lowered their heads more than once, pouted, Turning around and giving him a hard look, he was still watching them distribute the files.The work of distributing files is getting more and more difficult. Either the list is not correct, or the attendants are always wrong about the files, or the gang of lords protested for other reasons; in short, some sent files have to be withdrawn , So the car went back, negotiated through the crack of the door, and asked for the file to be returned.It is difficult to conduct such negotiations, but we often encounter this kind of thing. If it is precisely the issue of returning the files, those doors were opened and closed, closed and opened, and there was a lot of trouble, but now they are tightly closed , I will not die, it seems that I don't want to ask about this kind of thing anymore.Only then did the difficulties really begin.The kind of person who thinks he has the right to get the file is so impatient. He quarreled in the room, clapped his hands and feet, and shouted a file number into the corridor outside through the crack of the door from time to time.As a result, the car is often left unattended.One of the servants was busy trying to appease the impatient official, while the other was clamoring for the file back outside the closed door.Both of them suffered greatly.The irritable official lord tends to get more and more irritated the more he persuades him, and he can no longer listen to the empty words of his servants. Pour a basin of water on the attendant.The other attendant obviously had a higher position, but suffered even more.If the lord is willing to downgrade to negotiate, there will inevitably be a discussion of seeking truth from facts. The attendant will check his list, the lord will check his notebook, and then check the files that he is required to return. He held the file tightly in his hand, so that the attendant couldn't help looking at every corner of the file.Therefore, the attendant had no choice but to run back to the small car to collect fresh evidence, but the small car had already slid along a slightly lower corridor for a certain distance, or he had no choice but to go to the master who asked for the file and report on the spot that he was holding the file in front of him. No matter how much the master who refused to let go protested, he got another rebuttal from the other party.After negotiating like this for a long time, sometimes the two sides finally reached an agreement. The master may return some files, or compensate him for other files, because it was a mistake that caused these things; Some people simply had to let go of all the files that should be returned, either because the attendant presented evidence and killed him, or because he was impatient to bargain again, but he refused to return the files to the attendant. Throwing it in the corridor outside caused the rope to loosen, and the papers scattered in all directions, causing the two attendants to spend a lot of effort to rearrange it.But all of this is quite simple compared to the situation where the attendants begged to return the files, but they didn't answer at all.In such a situation, he would stand outside the closed door, pleading, begging, enumerating the list, citing the regulations, but all in vain, there was no sound in the room, go in without permission, it is obvious that the attendant does not have such a thing. qualifications.At that time, even the waiter, who is patient enough, often can't help losing his temper. He simply walks up to the cart, sits on the file, wipes off the sweat between his brows, does nothing for a moment, can't think about it, just swings his arms and legs. leg.The people around were very interested in this matter, murmurs could be heard everywhere, almost no door was quiet, and it was strange to see faces above the partition, wearing scarves and handkerchiefs. Blindfolded, almost all the way to the eyes, the eyes and eyebrows watched all this pass without stopping for a moment.In the midst of the commotion, K. was surprised to see that Bugier's door remained closed and that the attendants had passed through the corridors, but that no files had been handed out to him.Maybe he was still sleeping, to be honest, he was able to sleep amidst all the noise, so he was a very deep sleeper, but why didn't he receive the file?There are only a few rooms that have been put in this way, but there are probably no one in these rooms.On the other hand, there is a new person in Erlanger's room who is particularly fidgety. Erlanger must have driven him out at night. Yes, but the fact that he had to wait for K at the door just now showed that this was the case after all.

K. was distracted at every turn, pulled back immediately, and stared intently at the squire; indeed, in the past K. had heard people talk about squires in general, how lazy they were, how comfortable they were, how arrogant they were. Well, totally unsuitable for this squire, there are undoubtedly exceptions among squires, and it is more likely that they are of various types, because as far as K can see, there are many small differences here that he still has. Never seen one.What he particularly liked was the squire's resolute attitude.The squire never gave in when he struggled with these obstinate little rooms, and it often seemed to K. that it was a struggle with the rooms, since he had never even seen the people in the rooms.The squire can't stand it sometimes--who can take it? --But he immediately cheered up again, slid down from the car, straightened up, gritted his teeth, and went to attack the door that must be conquered.It just so happens that he will push back one after another, and that method is also very simple, people just blindly ignore it, but even so, he is still not defeated.Seeing that the frontal attack was gaining nothing, he would think of other methods, for example, if K. understood correctly, it would be sleight of hand.At the moment he looked as if he had given up on that door, let it go, so to speak, and put a heart on the other door, and came back after a while, and called another servant, all on purpose. It made a lot of noise for others to see, and then piled up piles of files at the closed door, as if he had changed his mind, and there seemed to be no reason to ask the old man for anything. On the contrary, there were some Things should be distributed to him.Then he walked away, but, still keeping his eyes fixed on the door, as soon as the gentleman opened it cautiously as usual, intending to drag the files in, the squire jumped back and stuck his foot in the door. between the doorpost and the doorpost, so that the gentleman had to negotiate with him face to face, which usually resulted in somewhat satisfactory results.If this move doesn't work, or if he feels that this move is not suitable for a certain door, he will think of another way.He turned his heart to the master who asked for the file.So he pushed aside the other squire, who was too rigid to be of any help to him, and slipped off himself, talking softly and furtively to the gentleman, Stretching his head around the door, he was probably agreeing to others, assuring them that the master who should not accept the files will be retaliated accordingly when he returns the files. In short, he often pointed at the door of the master, Laugh as much as you can.Once or twice, however, he really gave up all efforts, but even here K. thought that this was only a superficial resignation, or at least there was a reason for it, because he walked silently and did not look around. , let the offended master make a scene, and only occasionally close his eyes for a while longer to show that the noise gave him a headache.But then the old man also gradually calmed down, crying non-stop like a child, gradually getting lower and lower, and became occasional sobs, and his yelling was the same, but even after it became very quiet, , sometimes it was inevitable to hear a cry, or the hasty opening and slamming of a door.Anyway, it looks like the squire is probably doing exactly the right thing on this one too.In the end, there was only one old man who refused to calm down. He would keep silent for a long time, but it was just to recharge his energy, and then he yelled loudly, and his anger was no less than before.Why they shouted and yelled and complained so much, I couldn't quite figure it out, maybe it wasn't about distributing files at all.By this time the attendant had finished his work; there was only one file left on the cart, which was actually just a small piece of paper, a piece of paper torn from a notebook. It's better to get into someone's hands. "That may well be my file," the thought flashed through K.'s mind.Back then, the village chief often talked about this trivial matter.Although in the depths of his heart K. also felt that his idea was self-deceiving and ridiculous, he still wanted to get close to the squire who was looking at the little piece of paper thoughtfully; Even in the most tense moment of his work just now, he always took time to look back at K. His face was angry, or he was secretly impatient, and his head was still twitching nervously.Only now, after the files have been distributed, it seems that K has been somewhat forgotten. It seems that he has become even more indifferent. After a lot of effort, it is understandable to feel like this. He didn't want to bother with the piece of paper, maybe he didn't even look at it, he just pretended to look at it, although in this corridor, he would probably be happy to distribute this piece of paper to anyone in any room, he Instead, he decided on the contrary, and now he was tired of delivering things, put his forefinger to his lips, gestured for his companion to be quiet, and tore up the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, while K. It's still far away from him. This was probably the first dismantling of management work that K had seen here, and it goes without saying that he might have been mistaken about it again.Even if it is a matter of demolition, it can be forgiven; according to the atmosphere here, the servants can't do things without mistakes, and the accumulated boredom and accumulated worries will have to be vented one day, if only venting in tearing On a small piece of paper, it's nothing by comparison.The corridor still resounds with that old man's yelling, no matter what methods people use, he can't calm down. His colleagues, who are very rude to each other in other respects, seem to be completely embracing the noise. The same mood; because the matter gradually became clear, it seemed that everyone was applauding and cheering for the gentleman, nodding to encourage him to continue the quarrel, so he made a noise in everyone's service.But now the servant didn't pay attention to that matter anymore, he had already finished his work, and pointed to the handlebar of the small trolley, which meant to call another servant to handle the cart, so they left again as they had just come, only with more peace of mind , the footsteps were fast, pushing the cart past in front of them.It was only once that they were surprised when they heard something strange, and when they looked back, K. was wandering outside the door of the noisy master, because he really wanted to know what the master was really going to do. Shouting was useless, probably because I found the button for the electric bell. With this kind of steps to go down, I was naturally elated, so I stopped shouting and kept answering the electric bell.As soon as the bell rang, there was a lot of murmurs in the other rooms, which seemed to express their agreement. It seemed that what the master did was exactly what everyone wanted to do, but for some unknown reason, they had no choice but to quit. .Maybe the gentleman who rang the bell was calling for a valet, maybe it was Frieda?If it was called Frieda, he didn't know when he would receive it.Because Frieda was busy wrapping Jeremiah in the wet sheets, and even if he was well again, she would have no time, because now she would be in his arms.However, as soon as the bell rang, it took immediate effect.Now even the owner of the Hotel Herrenhof has come from a long way in person, dressed in black as usual, buttoned up; He was called here to catch the root of the disaster, and put his arms around his chest to kill it immediately. When the bell rang long and short, he jumped into the air and ran even faster with his feet.At this moment his wife also appeared, followed by a long distance, also ran with open arms, but very small steps, pretending, K. thought to himself, she was too late, when she arrived The boss has already done everything that needs to be done. Seeing the boss running all the way, K stood against the wall to make way for him.Unexpectedly, the proprietor rushed straight in front of K and stopped, as if K was his target. In an instant, the proprietress also arrived. I don't understand what's going on, especially because the master's bell is still mixed in here, and other electric bells have also rang, and now it's no longer an urgent matter, but just joking and getting carried away with joy. Desperate to understand what mistake he had made, K. let the boss grab his arm, and as he moved away from the noise, which grew louder now, because behind them the doors were open, and the corridor It became lively, and there seemed to be people coming and going there, crowded like a noisy narrow alley, but K didn't turn around to take a look, because the boss was on one side, not to mention the boss's wife on the other side, chasing him in a hurry. Talking; the door ahead of them was also obviously anxious to wait for K to pass through, so that the gentlemen could be let out. Celebrate victory.They were now out into the white, silent courtyard again, where several sledges were waiting, and K. gradually understood what was going on.Neither the proprietor nor the landlady's wife could tell how K. dared to do such a thing.But what did he do? K. asked them several times, but could not get an answer for a long time, because he was of course a heinous crime to the couple, so it never occurred to him that he was asking in all sincerity. Little by little K. was getting the whole picture out.It turned out that he was not qualified to stay in the corridor. Generally speaking, he could only walk into the bar at most, and only if he got a special gift and canceled his life.If a gentleman passed him on, he would of course have to report at the address, but he must at least have some common sense, right?He should have known in his heart that the place he was staying in was actually not his place to go, he had been summoned by the master, and besides, he had been summoned out of helplessness, just because of official business needs.Therefore, he should go to report as soon as possible and wait for the review, but he should also leave as soon as possible afterwards, as soon as possible, the better.Didn't he feel at all a grave mistake in lingering in the hallway?But if he felt it, how dare he linger there like an animal in a pasture?Had he never been sent for a night trial?Doesn't he know why the night market was adopted?At this point, K heard a new explanation of the night market. It turned out that the purpose of the night trial was only to investigate the applicant. With this appearance, it is possible to forget this ugly appearance when going to bed after the interrogation.However, K.'s behavior is really a joke with this measure.Even a ghost disappears by daybreak, but K. remains there with his hands in his pockets, as if he is not going away himself, but is waiting for the whole corridor with all the rooms and the gentlemen to go away of their own accord. .He was sure that if there was any possibility, something like this would happen to Gu Bao, because those masters were indescribably sensitive.None of them would drive K. away, or say that he should go after all, which is not a problem; although K. was present, they would probably be terrified, and the precious moment of the morning It was ruined, but none of them would do it.Far from taking any steps against K., they were willing to endure the pain. Naturally, there may be a sliver of hope here. I hope that K. will gradually understand what is obvious at first glance, and see himself in the morning under the watchful eyes of everyone. I'm so ignorant, standing there in the corridor, I will feel the same pain as those lords, the pain is unbearable.This is delusional.Either they don't know, or they are kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and they don't want to admit that there is such a cruel heart and a hard heart in the world that no amount of respect can affect it.Doesn't even the nocturnal moth, poor little creature, hide in some solitary crevice during the day, longing to be invisible, and grieving at not being able to? On the contrary, K. stood in the place where everyone could see him, and if he could keep the daylight out of it, he would have done so long ago.Although he can't keep the sky dark, oh my god, he can hinder the sky and cause trouble for the sky.Didn't he just stare at the distribution files?No one is allowed to see that kind of thing except those who are closely related.Even the boss and his wife are not allowed to watch that kind of thing in their own inn.They only heard people talk about that kind of thing, and they only heard hints. For example, they heard it from the mouth of the attendant today.Didn't he see at the time the difficult circumstances under which the file was distributed?This is a matter that I can't understand at all, because after all, every master is only doing business for the public and never cares about personal interests, so he is doing his best to make the important basic preparations for the distribution of files as good as possible. Quick and easy, without the slightest error.However, when the archives were distributed, all the doors were still tightly closed, and the masters did not have the opportunity to contact each other directly. If they could contact each other directly, they would naturally be able to obtain an understanding in the blink of an eye. Now it is inevitable that the servants are required to convey it. It will take hours, and it will not be done smoothly. This is a long-term pain for the master and the servant, and it may damage the effect of future work. This is the main reason for the difficulty. , hadn't K. thought of it at all?But why can't those masters deal with each other?Speaking of which, doesn't K. still understand?The proprietress had never encountered that kind of thing in her life, and as for the boss, it was also confirmed, after all, they have to deal with a lot of difficult people.Tell him all the things you don't normally dare to say more about, or he won't understand the most important things.So since you have to say it, let’s say it: it’s all his fault, it’s entirely his fault, those gentlemen can’t come out of the room, because in the morning, as soon as they wake up, they show their faces to strangers , it is too embarrassing and easy to gossip; no matter how well dressed they are, they always feel really naked and shameful.Why they feel ashamed by such a thing is obviously hard to say. The people who work all day feel ashamed, probably only because they have slept.But perhaps they are more humiliated by meeting strangers than by publicity; what they have settled by the night market, in other words, simply dislike the applicant, they do not want at this hour of the morning, nor beforehand. As soon as the announcement was made, it was suddenly repeated exactly as it was.That's what they dare not touch.What kind of person would he be if he didn't take that matter seriously!Uh, speaking of it, it must be someone like K.Such a man, with a cold, sleepy air, who is tyrannical, destroys everything at will, with no regard for the law or the most common sympathy; Sweeping the floor, and also caused an unprecedented disturbance, forcing the gang of lords to have nowhere to go, so they stood up to defend themselves, suppressed the unimaginable anger of ordinary people, and then rang the bell for help, calling for someone to come and drive this helpless man out. Walk!Those masters, they actually asked for help!The boss, his wife and all the handymen, as long as they dared to come to these masters without orders this morning, even if it was just to help them, and they would leave immediately after helping them, wouldn't they be able to rush forward long ago?They were trembling with anger at K., but at the same time they were restless and hated themselves for not being able to exert themselves. They were all waiting at the end of the corridor, and they never expected that the bell would ring.Speaking of which, the catastrophe is finally over now!It's a pity you can't see the joyful mood of those gentlemen who managed to get rid of K.'s torment!As for K., of course the catastrophe is not over; what he caused here must of course be borne by himself.

By this time they had already entered the bar; it was not clear why the proprietor had brought K here, despite his anger, and perhaps he had finally realized that K. Can't get out of the door.Without waiting for someone to sit down, K. collapsed on a wine barrel in an instant.He felt comfortable there in the dark.In the huge room, only a dim electric light was burning above the beer tap.And it was still pitch black outside, and it looked like it was snowing.It's a good thing to be here in the warmth, thank goodness, and you've got to be careful not to get kicked out.The boss and his wife were still standing in front of him, as if he was still a big threat at the moment, as if he was not reliable at all, so he might jump up suddenly and try to barge into the corridor again.Besides, they had just been frightened at night, got up earlier than usual, and were tired, especially the landlady. She was wearing a brown silk dress that rustled when she moved, and it was not buttoned too much. Neat, I don't know where she found this dress in a hurry, she just stood there, her head like a withered flower, leaning on her husband's shoulder, wiping her eyes with a delicate linen handkerchief, like a child from time to time He cast a sharp look at K.In order to reassure the couple, K. said that he had never heard what they were telling him now, and that if he had not been ignorant of these facts, he would not have been in the corridor for so long. Well, he really shouldn't have been in the corridor at that time, and he really didn't want to disturb anyone in the corridor. If he wasn't too tired, nothing like that would have happened.He thanked them for putting the cover back on the turmoil, and if he was to blame for it, that was welcome, because that was the only way to avoid misinterpretation of his actions.The only thing to blame is fatigue.However, he was so tired only because he was not used to this kind of intense scrutiny.After all, he hasn't had much time here yet.As long as he has more experience, such things will never happen again.Maybe he took the censorship too seriously, but, in the end, it probably didn't do any harm.He had to undergo two rounds of scrutiny, one right after the other, one with Bouiller and the other with Erlanger, and the first one was especially exhausting, and although the second didn't take much time, Ellen Lange just asked him for a favor, but it would be too much for him to undergo two censorships at once. Maybe someone else, such as the boss, would not be able to bear such a thing.When he finished the second review, he was really dizzy when he walked.It was almost drunk; after all, it was the first time he had seen the two gentlemen in their splendor, heard their orders, and had to answer their questions.As far as he knew, everything went smoothly at that time, but who knew that what happened before, and then such unlucky things happened, it can't be blamed on him.It's a pity that only Erlanger and Bujir knew about his situation at the time. They would definitely watch him, so that nothing else would happen, but Erlanger had to go out immediately after the review, obviously In order to rush to the castle, Bugier was probably tired after the review, so he went to sleep, and naturally he fell asleep during the time when the files were distributed.Even if Bujir is like this, how can K not lose his physical strength after being inspected?If K. was offered that opportunity, he would take advantage of it happily, and would gladly accept it even if he was not allowed to see what was going on there, which made him feel all the more at ease, because in reality he was not very good at seeing. Nothing came out, so that even the most sensitive master would not be embarrassed if he saw it.

As soon as he mentioned the two inspections, especially the one with Erlanger, and K's respect for the two masters, the boss couldn't help but feel good about him.It seemed that he was going to agree to K.'s request to set up a plank on top of the wine barrel, so that he could at least sleep on it until dawn, but the landlady clearly refused, shaking her head and laying on the clothes in vain. Lala, chattering over there, seems to have only now noticed that she is disheveled; a scene that has obviously been going on for a long time.The debate about the cleanliness of the hotel is about to start again.K. was very tired at the moment, and listening to what the couple were talking about made him feel all the more concerned.In his opinion, it would be an unprecedented misfortune to be kicked out from here again.It is better not to let it happen, even if the boss and his wife work together to fight against him.He huddled up on the wine barrel, looking at the two of them eagerly. The proprietress's irritable temper frightened him a long time ago. Later, he saw the proprietress panicked and suddenly jumped aside, probably in the middle of an argument with the boss. For the rest, she could only hear her shouting: "Look at the way he stares at me! Send him away!" Who knew that K. didn't care about it, but now he was completely convinced that he could stay and not go, so he took advantage of the situation and said: "I'm not looking at you, I'm just looking at your clothes." "Why are you looking at my clothes?" the proprietress said angrily. K shrugged. "Come on!" the proprietress said to the boss. "Can't you see that this rough guy is drunk? Let him sleep here and wake up!" When Pepi heard a call, with disheveled head and tired body, he lazily held a broom and beat his head When he came out, the proprietress even ordered her to throw a cushion or something to K.