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Transformation
One
morning
,
when
Gregor
Samsa
woke
from
troubled
dreams
,
he
found
himself
transformed
in
his
bed
into
a
horrible
vermin
.
He
lay
on
his
armour
-
like
back
,
and
if
he
lifted
his
head
a
little
he
could
see
his
brown
belly
,
slightly
domed
and
divided
by
arches
into
stiff
sections
.
The
bedding
was
hardly
able
to
cover
it
and
seemed
ready
to
slide
off
any
moment
.
His
many
legs
,
pitifully
thin
compared
with
the
size
of
the
rest
of
him
,
waved
about
helplessly
as
he
looked
.
“
What
’
s
happened
to
me
?
”
he
thought
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
dream
.
His
room
,
a
proper
human
room
although
a
little
too
small
,
lay
peacefully
between
its
four
familiar
walls
.
A
collection
of
textile
samples
lay
spread
out
on
the
table
—
Samsa
was
a
travelling
salesman
—
and
above
it
there
hung
a
picture
that
he
had
recently
cut
out
of
an
illustrated
magazine
and
housed
in
a
nice
,
gilded
frame
.
It
showed
a
lady
fitted
out
with
a
fur
hat
and
fur
boa
who
sat
upright
,
raising
a
heavy
fur
muff
that
covered
the
whole
of
her
lower
arm
towards
the
viewer
.
Gregor
then
turned
to
look
out
the
window
at
the
dull
weather
.
Drops
of
rain
could
be
heard
hitting
the
pane
,
which
made
him
feel
quite
sad
.
“
How
about
if
I
sleep
a
little
bit
longer
and
forget
all
this
nonsense
”
,
he
thought
,
but
that
was
something
he
was
unable
to
do
because
he
was
used
to
sleeping
on
his
right
,
and
in
his
present
state
couldn
’
t
get
into
that
position
.
However
hard
he
threw
himself
onto
his
right
,
he
always
rolled
back
to
where
he
was
.
He
must
have
tried
it
a
hundred
times
,
shut
his
eyes
so
that
he
wouldn
’
t
have
to
look
at
the
floundering
legs
,
and
only
stopped
when
he
began
to
feel
a
mild
,
dull
pain
there
that
he
had
never
felt
before
.
“
Oh
,
God
”
,
he
thought
,
“
what
a
strenuous
career
it
is
that
I
’
ve
chosen
!
Travelling
day
in
and
day
out
.
Doing
business
like
this
takes
much
more
effort
than
doing
your
own
business
at
home
,
and
on
top
of
that
there
’
s
the
curse
of
travelling
,
worries
about
making
train
connections
,
bad
and
irregular
food
,
contact
with
different
people
all
the
time
so
that
you
can
never
get
to
know
anyone
or
become
friendly
with
them
.
It
can
all
go
to
Hell
!
”
He
felt
a
slight
itch
up
on
his
belly
;
pushed
himself
slowly
up
on
his
back
towards
the
headboard
so
that
he
could
lift
his
head
better
;
found
where
the
itch
was
,
and
saw
that
it
was
covered
with
lots
of
little
white
spots
which
he
didn
’
t
know
what
to
make
of
;
and
when
he
tried
to
feel
the
place
with
one
of
his
legs
he
drew
it
quickly
back
because
as
soon
as
he
touched
it
he
was
overcome
by
a
cold
shudder
.
He
slid
back
into
his
former
position
.
“
Getting
up
early
all
the
time
”
,
he
thought
,
“
it
makes
you
stupid
.
You
’
ve
got
to
get
enough
sleep
.
Other
travelling
salesmen
live
a
life
of
luxury
.
For
instance
,
whenever
I
go
back
to
the
guest
house
during
the
morning
to
copy
out
the
contract
,
these
gentlemen
are
always
still
sitting
there
eating
their
breakfasts
.
I
ought
to
just
try
that
with
my
boss
;
I
’
d
get
kicked
out
on
the
spot
.
But
who
knows
,
maybe
that
would
be
the
best
thing
for
me
.
If
I
didn
’
t
have
my
parents
to
think
about
I
’
d
have
given
in
my
notice
a
long
time
ago
,
I
’
d
have
gone
up
to
the
boss
and
told
him
just
what
I
think
,
tell
him
everything
I
would
,
let
him
know
just
what
I
feel
.
He
’
d
fall
right
off
his
desk
!
And
it
’
s
a
funny
sort
of
business
to
be
sitting
up
there
at
your
desk
,
talking
down
at
your
subordinates
from
up
there
,
especially
when
you
have
to
go
right
up
close
because
the
boss
is
hard
of
hearing
.
Well
,
there
’
s
still
some
hope
;
once
I
’
ve
got
the
money
together
to
pay
off
my
parents
’
debt
to
him
—
another
five
or
six
years
I
suppose
—
that
’
s
definitely
what
I
’
ll
do
.
That
’
s
when
I
’
ll
make
the
big
change
.
First
of
all
though
,
I
’
ve
got
to
get
up
,
my
train
leaves
at
five
.
”
And
he
looked
over
at
the
alarm
clock
,
ticking
on
the
chest
of
drawers
.
“
God
in
Heaven
!
”
he
thought
.
It
was
half
past
six
and
the
hands
were
quietly
moving
forwards
,
it
was
even
later
than
half
past
,
more
like
quarter
to
seven
.
Had
the
alarm
clock
not
rung
?
He
could
see
from
the
bed
that
it
had
been
set
for
four
o
’
clock
as
it
should
have
been
;
it
certainly
must
have
rung
.
Yes
,
but
was
it
possible
to
quietly
sleep
through
that
furniture
-
rattling
noise
?
True
,
he
had
not
slept
peacefully
,
but
probably
all
the
more
deeply
because
of
that
.
What
should
he
do
now
?
The
next
train
went
at
seven
;
if
he
were
to
catch
that
he
would
have
to
rush
like
mad
and
the
collection
of
samples
was
still
not
packed
,
and
he
did
not
at
all
feel
particularly
fresh
and
lively
.
And
even
if
he
did
catch
the
train
he
would
not
avoid
his
boss
’
s
anger
as
the
office
assistant
would
have
been
there
to
see
the
five
o
’
clock
train
go
,
he
would
have
put
in
his
report
about
Gregor
’
s
not
being
there
a
long
time
ago
.
The
office
assistant
was
the
boss
’
s
man
,
spineless
,
and
with
no
understanding
.
What
about
if
he
reported
sick
?
But
that
would
be
extremely
strained
and
suspicious
as
in
five
years
of
service
Gregor
had
never
once
yet
been
ill
.
His
boss
would
certainly
come
round
with
the
doctor
from
the
medical
insurance
company
,
accuse
his
parents
of
having
a
lazy
son
,
and
accept
the
doctor
’
s
recommendation
not
to
make
any
claim
as
the
doctor
believed
that
no
-
one
was
ever
ill
but
that
many
were
workshy
.
And
what
’
s
more
,
would
he
have
been
entirely
wrong
in
this
case
?
Gregor
did
in
fact
,
apart
from
excessive
sleepiness
after
sleeping
for
so
long
,
feel
completely
well
and
even
felt
much
hungrier
than
usual
.
