Someone must have been spreading lies about Josef K, for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one morning.
The opening lines of the novella The Trial by Czech-born German language writer Franz Kafka. Published posthumously in 1925, (but believed to be written around 1914 / 1915), it tells of an innocent man’s struggles to clear against a charge he is never made aware of. I’ve long been a fan of his work and quoted my favourite of his short stories here,
