“Life in the Castle is not for me. I want to stay free.”
“You don’t know the Castle.”
When a land surveyor, known only as “K.”, is summoned to the Village, he is forced to negotiate an obscure hierarchy – among assistants and messengers, chambermaids and landladies, masters and… mistresses. But how is he to receive his instructions from the Castle when no one knows what his employer looks like, telephones ring unanswered, and there is anyway no land to survey? A piercing study in futility, Franz Kafka’s final masterpiece ends – much like life itself – mid-sentence.