On literature and airports
So I'm getting off the plane from Chicago and I (along with another passenger x) get detained by a guard y who asks us if we took a picture. I say no; x says he doesn't even have a camera with him. Y says we are now in denial so further questioning is necessary. In one hand I am holding James Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, which I have read to the chapter where Stephen is overcome with (unnecessary) guilt over sex. In my bag meanwhile is the hardcover I purchased from O'Gara and Wilson, Franz Kafka's Complete Stories, which, of course, includes The Trial.