Someone must have slandered Josef K., because without him something bad
he would lose his one evening driver's license, Mr. K. was a writer without
private cook, and he had little luck in recent years: wrong timing with the
last book, publisher faltering, agent ill, lots of refusals, switching to
Stand-up comedy failed miserably, his friends left him in droves, and he would have
a dog, even this one would have left him.