Jacqueline Chan 10W 5-10-2005
Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (Continued)
He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. 'A good day.' He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed. ' What am I going to say? Hello, Mr. Martin. I'm afraid I can't meet you in the hotel this afternoon. Guess what! I have had a terrible twist of fate and have turned into a big, juicy vermin! And then he would reply: How nice! Mr. Samsa, have you got tentacles growing from your baldhead as well? That is so insane!' Gregor couldn't help chuckling to himself at this thought, interrupted by the creaking noise from the landing outside his room. 'It's nearly time for breakfast.' Had he known what would happen, he might have done something else. Instead, he followed his dull routine, as if all the days in the world were still to come. He remembered promising his family to move to a larger house and giving them a better life. But now! He explored his body like an infant. His legs were so limber that he could stretch them and put them over his head, as if he was still a child. He punched at his horribly hard belly and his stomach twitched painfully.
Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (Continued)
He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. 'A good day.' He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed. ' What am I going to say? Hello, Mr. Martin. I'm afraid I can't meet you in the hotel this afternoon. Guess what! I have had a terrible twist of fate and have turned into a big, juicy vermin! And then he would reply: How nice! Mr. Samsa, have you got tentacles growing from your baldhead as well? That is so insane!' Gregor couldn't help chuckling to himself at this thought, interrupted by the creaking noise from the landing outside his room. 'It's nearly time for breakfast.' Had he known what would happen, he might have done something else. Instead, he followed his dull routine, as if all the days in the world were still to come. He remembered promising his family to move to a larger house and giving them a better life. But now! He explored his body like an infant. His legs were so limber that he could stretch them and put them over his head, as if he was still a child. He punched at his horribly hard belly and his stomach twitched painfully.
