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Word comes from Edinburgh that our colleagues are rebelling against the LibDems' charge of £1300 for a seat on their battle bus which today, we hear, had only one passenger.

When windflowers blossom on the sea And fishes skim along the plain, Then we who part this weary day, Then you and I shall meet again.

Kafka's work is an ellipse with foci that lie far apart and determined on the one hand by mystical experience (which is above all the experience of tradition)⁴ and on the other by the experience of the modern citydweller. When I speak of the experience of the citydweller, I subsume a variety of things under this notion. On the one hand, I speak of the modern citizen, who knows he is at the mercy of vast bureaucratic machinery, whose functioning is streered by authorities who remain nebulous even to the executive organs themselves, let alone the people they deal with. (It is well known that this encompasses one level of meaning in the novels, especially in The Trial.) On the other hand, by modern citydwellers I am speaking of the contemporary of today's physicist.