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It was as if some melancholy inhabitant of the place, who should really have stayed locked up in the most remote room in the house, had broken through the roof and was standing erect to show himself to the world.

I always prefer to be a free agent.

A school janitor was an important person to the rest of the staff—and should have been especially so to such an assistant as Schwarzer—a person not to be lightly despised, who should at least be suitably conciliated if professional considerations were not enough to prevent one from despising him.

Everything,” said K., who had regained his composure in listening, “everything that you say is in a certain sense justifiable; it is not true, it is only partisan.

Then deep in thought Hans stared in front of him for a while—just like a woman who wants to do something forbidden and seeks an opportunity to do it without being punished—and said ...
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[The following paragraph was added in the text of the definitive German edition.]
In fact Hans was now seeking K.’s aid against his father; ...
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How unconsciously secretive, almost underhand, this boy was!

Then deep in thought Hans stared in front of him for a while—just like a woman who wants to do something forbidden and seeks an opportunity to do it without being punished—and said ...
(...)
[The following paragraph was added in the text of the definitive German edition.]
In fact Hans was now seeking K.’s aid against his father; ...
(...)
How unconsciously secretive, almost underhand, this boy was!

Although K. did not emphasize and only involuntarily suggested that it was simply help in dealing with the teacher that he did not require, leaving the question of other kinds of help open, Hans caught the suggestion clearly and asked whether perhaps K. needed any other assistance; he would be glad to help him, and if he was not in a position to help himself, he would ask his mother to do so...sure to be all right.

..and it was clear now that he was only a child, out of whose mouth, it is true—especially in his questions—sometimes the voice of an energetic, far-seeing man seemed to speak; but then all at once, without transition, he was only a schoolboy again, who did not understand many of the questions, misconstrued others, and in childish inconsiderateness spoke too low, though he had the fault repeatedly pointed out to him,

The latter carried the class register, and on it in all it’s bulk the perfectly indifferent cat. The teacher would gladly have left the cat behind, but a suggestion to that effect was negatived decisively by Fräulein Gisa with a reference to K.’s inhumanity. So, in addition to all his other annoyances, the teacher blamed K. for the cat as well.

... after all, it didn’t matter, there were flasks in that one too. He pulled one out, unscrewed the stopper, and smelled; involuntarily he smiled, the perfume was so sweet, so caressing, like praise and good words from someone whom one likes very much, yet one does not know clearly what they are for and has no desire to know and is simply happy in the knowledge that it is one’s friend who is saying them.