And just as Josef K. will be unable to make any sense of his own arrest, which is to say, of his own life, so too we are unable to make sense of our own, insofar as we are in the same situation as K. himself. In reading the account of K.’s ordeal, we await some reasonable conclusion, some rational solution that will lend intelligibility and clarity to what everything has been all about. No such explanation is forthcoming; the story’s plot unfolds without an end that lends the story coherence as a whole.