Kafka rode an elephant up the front steps. He held us all in his electric attention. We could not stand down. We were hooked. Following in a swarm we gathered shouts and driving forward got in before and after him and his elephant.
In the foyer he dismounted, with the help of several of his closest companions and a ladder. Out of respect and admiration we held back a little as he passed, the crowd moving round him. He went in the direction of the main hall, all elegant smiles and warm charm. He calmed us all.