Klamm

The sobering truth is I do play Klamm of The Castle, and has been taking up this role for some time.

No, it is no fun to be summoned as the land surveyor but, at the end of the day, is lost in the jungle of bureaucracy. Nonetheless, Klamm does not own the castle; he is not Count West-west – and not even close to be an imperial messenger. It is fortunate for K not having a formal meeting with Klamm. Otherwise, the land surveyor would only be more than disappointed…

… like what Sisyphus found when he pushed the stone to the top of the hill.

Throughout the novel, you know very little about Klamm's doings - because I’m sure it is also something that Klamm wishes to find out for himself. In a sense he is another surveyor summoned by the Count – just that he comes earlier, pretends to be taking up a position in the castle, appears to be doing something, but, in reality, is trying to figure out what he is supposed to do.

PS. In Czech, klam means illusion. I’m quite certain that’s what Kafka intended to imply.

And I cannot help having the lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel’s Wednesday Morning 3AM flashes through my mind.