![]() He would have used his arms and his hands to push himself up, but instead of them he only had all those little legs, forever moving in different directions. But, after that, it became rather difficult, especially as he had become so exceptionally wide. It was a simple matter for him to throw off the bed covers. Didn't you want to go somewhere?" Gregor wanted to explain everything, but in the circumstances contented himself with saying: "Yes, mother, yes, thank-you." "Gregor", - it was his mother - "it's quarter to seven. What about if he reported sick? But that would be extremely suspicious, Gregor had never once been ill in his fifteen years of service "Perhaps I might I sleep a little longer and forget all this nonsense". Gregor looked out the window at the grey skies. This was his room, a proper human room although a little small, and there was his collection of textile samples, for Samsa was a travelling salesman. ![]() ![]() His many, pitifully thin, legs waved about helplessly. He lay on his armour-like back, and lifting his head a little, he could see his belly, brown and divided into stiff sections. One morning, as Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a very large creepy-crawly. The original, squashed down to read in about 25 minutesĪs this might be the most famous 'existentialist' or 'surrealist' novel, explanation is neither possible or necessary. ![]()
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