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One morning, when Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible parasite. It lay on his back like a suit of armor, and if he raised his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly bulging and divided by arches into rigid sections.

The bedclothes were barely able to cover her and seemed ready to slip off at any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared to the size of the rest of him, waved helplessly as he watched. “What happened to me? ” he believed. It was not a dream.

His room, a real human room, if a little too small, lay quietly between the four familiar walls. On the table lay a collection of textile samples—Samsa was a traveling salesman—and above it hung a picture which he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a beautiful gilt frame. It showed a lady equipped with a fur hat and fur boa standing upright, raising a heavy fur sleeve covering her entire lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops