I went around behind the scenes and asked the mistress and the young lady to talk with K as much as possible. This was because I believed that the silent life he had led up to then was taking its toll on him. It seemed to me that, just as unused iron rusts, his heart had grown rusty.
The mistress laughed and said he was a man with no handle to take hold of. The young lady then went out of her way to give me examples to illustrate what she meant. She said that when asked if there was fire in the brazier, K would answer that there was not. When she offered to bring some, he would refuse, saying he did not need it. When asked if he was cold, he would say he was cold but did not need it, and then give no further reply. I could not simply smile wryly. Feeling sorry for him, I had to say something to smooth things over. It was spring, to be sure, so there was no real need for fire, but I thought it was no wonder they said he had no handle to take hold of.
So I made every effort, as far as possible, to place myself at the center and act as a link between the two women and K. Whether by calling the family members over when K and I were talking, or by dragging K out when I happened to be in a room with a family member, I adopted whatever method suited the occasion to bring them closer together. Of course K did not much care for this. Sometimes he would suddenly rise and leave the room. At other times, no matter how many times we called, he would not come out. K would say what was so amusing about such idle chatter. I only laughed. But deep down, I well understood that he despised me for it.
In a certain sense, I may actually have deserved his contempt. It might be said that his gaze was fixed on something far higher than mine. I do not deny it. But to have the eyes set high while the rest does not match is helplessly a deformity. I thought that above all else, my sole task at this juncture was to make him more human. I had discovered that no matter how much his head was filled with the images of great men, as long as he himself did not become great, it was of no use whatsoever. As the first means of making him more human, I devised the method of seating him beside a member of the opposite sex. Then, by exposing him to the air that arose there, I sought to renew his blood, which had nearly frozen with rust.
This attempt gradually succeeded. What at first seemed difficult to blend began little by little to come together. He seemed to awaken, step by step, to the fact that there was a world beyond himself. One day he said to me something to the effect that women were not to be despised so lightly. It appeared that K, like me, had at first demanded from women the same knowledge and learning. And when he found none, he had immediately conceived feelings of contempt. Until then, unaware that standpoint should shift with sex, he had observed all men and women alike through the same lens. I told him that if just the two of us men went on exchanging talk forever, we would only extend straight ahead in a line. He answered that it was reasonable. At that time I was somewhat infatuated with the young lady, so naturally such words came to my lips. But I did not breathe a word of the truth behind it to him.
To watch K's heart—which until then had been like a castle wall built of books, with him barricaded inside—gradually open up was, for me, the greatest pleasure of all. Since I had begun the endeavor from the start with that very aim, I could not help but feel joy at my own success. Instead of telling the person himself, I spoke to the mistress and the young lady exactly as I thought. They, too, seemed satisfied.