abandons his home for a quest for meaning.īeside the strangeness of K.'s insistence to do a job he obviously wasn't hired for, there are other bizarre moments: K. On a deeper level, it seems Kafka is trying to tell us K. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how many schemes he concocts, he never does any surveying for anyone.
How can he measure and estimate if he cannot visit this very important castle? K. is a land surveyor who thinks he has been hired to do a job for the Castle only for some inane reason he cannot gain entry. Do you remember the story of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet following the trail of a woozle? They think the woozles are multiplying because their own footprints are multiplying as they circle the tree? The absurdity of following your own footprints without conclusion - that is exactly what reading The Castle is like.
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