He was conscious of having made a great stride towards the successful realisation of his dream.

Israel Kafka's ignorance, too, amused him, and gave him a fresh and encouraging proof of Unorna's amazing powers.
By a mere exercise of superior will this man, in the very prime of youth and strength, had been deprived of a month of his life.

Thirty days were gone, as in the flash of a second, and with them was gone also something less easily replaced, or at least more certainly missed.

In Kafka's mind the passage of time was accounted for in a way which would have seemed supernatural twenty years ago, but which at the present day is understood in practice if not in theory.

For thirty days he had been stationary in one place, almost motionless, an instrument in Keyork's skilful hands, a mere reservoir of vitality upon which the sage had ruthlessly drawn to the fullest extent of its capacities.