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This riot of rainbow tints was a wonder, a feast for the eyes: a genuine kaleidoscope of red, green, yellow, orange, violet, indigo, and blue; in short, the whole palette of a color-happy painter!
He turned to K. with the tone of someone who knows his facts and said, "you are a house painter?""No," said K., "I am the chief clerk in a large bank."
"Your question, My Lord, as to whether I am a house painter - in fact even more than that, you did not ask at all but merely imposed it on me - is symptomatic of the whole way these proceedings against me are being carried out.
Maybe the order had been given to arrest some house painter - that seems possible after what the judge has said - someone who is as innocent as I am, but it was me they chose.
He's a painter, Titorelli's just his artistic name, I don't even know what his real name is.
Even at best, the advantage he might derive from this recommendation was incomparably smaller than the damage that lay in the fact of the manufacturer knowing about his trial, and that the painter was spreading the news about.
By running off to some unknown painter, with, as he had to admit, very little hope of any vague benefit, his renown was suffering damage that could not me repaired.
He went straight to the painter, who lived in an outlying part of town which was very near to the court offices, although this area was even poorer, the houses were darker, the streets were full of dirt that slowly blew about over the half-melted snow.
In the great gateway to the building where the painter lived only one of the two doors was open, a hole had been broken open in the wall by the other door, and as K. approached it a repulsive, yellow, steaming liquid shot out causing some rats to scurry away into the nearby canal.
K. did no more that glance at any of these things, he wanted to get things over with here as soon as possible, to exchange just a few words to find out how things stood with the painter and go straight back to the bank.
On the third floor he had to slow down his pace, he was quite out of breath - the steps, just like the height of each floor, were much higher than they needed to be and he'd been told that the painter lived right up in the attic.
K. followed them slowly, caught up with one of the girls who had stumbled and been left behind by the others, and asked her as they went up side by side, "Is there a painter, Titorelli, who lives here?"
K. pretended not to notice her behaviour and asked, "Do you know Titorelli, the painter?"
The steps that led up to the painter were especially narrow, very long without any turning, the whole length could be seen in one glance and, at the top, at Titorelli's closed door, it came to its end.
They still had not arrived at the top, however, when the painter up above them suddenly pulled the door wide open and, with a deep bow, invited K. to enter.
The only one to succeed was the hunchback when she slipped through under his outstretched arm, but the painter chased after her, grabbed her by the skirt, span her once round and set her down again by the door with the other girls who, unlike the first, had not dared to cross the doorstep while the painter had left his post.
One behind the other, the girls by the door stretched their necks up high and called out various words to the painter which were meant in jest but which K. did not understand, and even the painter laughed as the hunchback whirled round in his hand.
Then he shut the door, bowed once more to K., offered him his hand and introduced himself, saying, "Titorelli, painter".
"Ach, those brats!" said the painter, trying in vain to fasten his nightshirt at the neck.
Just then, a little voice, tender and anxious, called out from under the door, "Titorelli, can we come in now?""No," answered the painter.
"Not even just you," said the painter, as he went to the door and locked it.
So he drew the manufacturer's letter out from his pocket, held it out to the painter and said, "I learned about you from this gentleman, an acquaintance of yours, and it's on his advice that I've come here".
The painter glanced through the letter and threw it down onto the bed.
This impression was augmented by the painter's asking, "Were you wanting to buy some pictures or did you want to have yourself painted?"K. looked at the painter in astonishment.
K. had taken it as a matter of course that the manufacturer had explained to the painter in his letter that K. wanted nothing more with him than to find out more about his trial.
But now he had to give the painter some sort of answer and, glancing at the easel, said, "Are you working on a picture currently?"
"Yes," said the painter, and he took the shirt hanging over the easel and threw it onto the bed after the letter.
There was a large figure shown in middle of the throne's back rest which K. could not understand and asked the painter about it.
That'll need some more work done on it, the painter told him, and taking a pastel crayon from a small table he added a few strokes to the edges of the figure but without making it any clearer as far as K. could make out.
"That's the figure of justice," said the painter, finally.
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