There he sits waiting for days and years. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at the side of the door.
Even the third of these has an aspect that even I cannot bear to look at.' These are difficulties which the man from the country has not expected to meet, the Law, he thinks, should be accessible to every man and at all times, but when he looks more closely at the doorkeeper in his furred robe, with his huge pointed nose and long, thin, Tartar beard, he decides that he had better wait until he gets permission to enter. From hall to hall keepers stand at every door, one more powerful than the other. When the doorkeeper sees that, he laughs and says: 'If you are so strongly tempted, try to get in without my permission.
'It is possible,' answers the doorkeeper, 'but not at this moment.' Since the door leading into the Law stands open as usual and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man bends down to peer through the entrance. The man, on reflection, asks if he will be allowed, then, to enter later. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot admit the man at the moment. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country who begs for admittance to the Law. “Before the Law stands a doorkeeper on guard.
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