No one could tell what might happen before morning.
"It just occurs to me," said Keyork, fixing his keen eyes on his companion's face, "that you have told me absolutely nothing, except that Kafka is mad and that Unorna is safe." "Those are the most important points," observed the Wanderer.
"Precisely.

But I am sure that you will not think me indiscreet if I wish to know a little more.

For instance, what was the immediate cause of Kafka's extremely theatrical and unreasonable rage?
That would interest me very much.

Of course, he is mad, poor boy! But I take delight in following out the workings of an insane intellect.

Now there are no phases of insanity more curious than those in which the patient is possessed with a desire to destroy what he loves best.