A short silence followed.
"You are in need of rest," said the Wanderer, watching him curiously.
"Indeed, I am very tired, if not actually ill." "You have suffered enough to tire the strongest." "In what way ?" asked Kafka.

"I have forgotten what happened.

I know that I followed Unorna to the cemetery.

I had been to her house, and I saw you afterwards together.

I had not spoken to her since I came back from my long journey this morning.