Things speed up towards the end

One of the things I like about "The Trial" by Franz Kafka is the way in which it speeds up towards the end. Most of us will die "like a dog". All those heady atempts and plans will come to nothing in a swift and confusing way.

By the way, the way that hero of The Trial notices a woman waving in the distance just as his throat is cut is just dreamy. Hail all those that can avoid a final frenetic frenzy.