It’s funny how after awhile nothing that happens to K is surprising. Stepping over a dirty artist’s bed to go out another door, a door that leads to more law offices obviously, or how (it’s hinted at) Leni is prostituting herself to all the defendants. After a while you just sort of accept it – which, of course, is the whole point.

In order of how the world really works Gogol->Dostoyevsky->Kafka->Solzhenitsyn