Gregor Samsa

Gregor Samsa of Kafka's The Metamorphosis awakes one morning to find himself transformed into a gigantic vermin. He tweets. // ENDS JUN 10, 2010

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It’s getting light outside.

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The clock. It’s three.

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I must go away.

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I can’t blame them for the way they’ve treated me, I can’t. I have only myself to blame.

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I can hardly even feel the decayed apple in my back.

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Feels like it might disappear altogether.

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My body’s aching, but the pain is going away.

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Don’t need to move. At least I’m now comfortable.

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Can’t move again.

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There’s nothing but darkness here.

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What now, then?

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Grete’s rejoicing voice, "At last!"

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Key’s turned in the lock.

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My little legs, crushed under my weight.

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What a shock! Did you have to slam the door on me, Grete?

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Finally made it back to my room.

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Looking behind. Grete’s standing up. Ma’s fallen asleep.

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It’s deathly quiet. Not a word, not a cry.

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How had I crawled so far in my state?

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What a great distance to the room!