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 threw himself onto his right and rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it hundred times, shut his eyes so that wouldn’t have to look
At the floundering legs, he looks and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
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
He worries about making train connections and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you or anyone become friendly.
It can all go to Hell. He felt a slight itch up on his belly, pushed himself up on his back towards the headboard so that he lift his head better
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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.
