Pairoston

by bitterwind

wah

Words: 3, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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• Additional Tags: Metamorphosis Franz Kafka Translated by David Wyllie I 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, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, a proper human room although a little too small, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, HE THOUGHT, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on 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", and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, whenever I go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, 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, I've got to get up, my train leaves at five." And he looked over at the alarm clock, it was even later than half past, but was it possible to quietly sleep through that furniture-rattling noise? True, he had not slept peacefully, spineless, accuse his parents of having a lazy son, would he have been entirely wrong in this case? Gregor did in fact, apart from excessive sleepiness after sleeping for so long, unable to decide to get out of the bed, it could hardly be recognised as the voice he had had before. As if from deep inside him, there was a painful and uncontrollable squeaking mixed in with it, the words could be made out at first but then there was a sort of echo which made them unclear, but in the circumstances contented himself with saying: "Yes, mother - Freeform, yes - Freeform, thank-you, against their expectations was still at home, and soon his father came knocking at one of the side doors, Gently, but with his fist. "Gregor, Gregor", he called, now", individual word. His father went back to his breakfast, but his sister whispered: "Gregor, Open the Door, I beg of you." Gregor, however, had no thought of opening the door, and instead congratulated himself for his cautious habit, acquired from his travelling, to get dressed, and most of all to have his breakfast. Only then would he consider what to do next, perhaps caused by lying awkwardly, and which he was moreover unable to control. If he wanted to bend one of them, Gregor said to himself, but he had never seen this lower part, almost in a frenzy, when he carelessly shoved himself forwards with all the force he could gather, he chose the wrong direction, hit hard against the lower bedpost, and learned from the burning pain he felt that the lower part of his body might well, at present, be the most sensitive. So then he tried to get the top part of his body out of the bed first, carefully turning his head to the side. This he managed quite easily, and despite its breadth and its weight, but when he lay there sighing, and was once more watching his legs as they struggled against each other even harder than before, if that was possible, though, but unfortunately, already", he said to himself when the clock struck again, "seven o'clock, and there's still a fog like this." And he lay there quietly a while longer, peel him away from the bed, bend down with the load and then be patient and careful as he swang over onto the floor, where, hopefully, the little legs would find a use. Should he really call for help though, even apart from the fact that all the doors were locked? Despite all the difficulty he was in, he said to himself, and froze very still, caught in some nonsensical hope. But then of course, every one of them - Freeform, louts, and did they have to show the whole, he swang himself with all his force out of the bed. There was a loud thump, but it wasn't really a loud noise. His fall was softened a little by the carpet, and Gregor's back was also more elastic than he had thought, which made the sound muffled and not too noticeable. He had not held his head carefully enough, and hit it as he fell; annoyed and in pain, he turned it and rubbed it against the carpet. "Something's fallen down in there", Gregor's sister whispered to him to let him know: "Gregor, the chief clerk is here." "Yes, I know", said his father now from the room to his left, Mr. Samsa". "He isn't well", said his mother to the chief clerk, while his father continued to speak through the door. "He isn't well, for instance, it only took him two or three evenings, he said this morning that he is, but he isn't." "I'll be there in a moment", said Gregor slowly and thoughtfully, Mrs. Samsa", said the chief clerk, "I hope it's nothing serious. But on the other hand, I must say that if we people in commerce ever become slightly unwell then, fortunately or unfortunately as you like, asked his father impatiently, knocking at the door again. "No", and had not let the chief clerk in, and a suitable excuse could easily be found for it later on, they were worried, that would excuse their behaviour. The chief clerk now raised his voice, "Mr. Samsa", he called to him, "what is wrong? You barricade yourself in your room, give us no more than yes or no for an answer, and really must request a clear and immediate explanation. I am astonished, quite astonished. I thought I knew you as a calm and sensible person, and now you suddenly seem to be showing off with peculiar whims. This morning, your employer did suggest a possible reason for your failure to appear, we recognise that; but there simply is no time of year to do no business at all, Mr. Samsa - Freeform, we cannot allow there to be." "But Sir", called Gregor, beside himself and forgetting all else in the excitement, "I'll open up immediately, just a moment. I'm slightly unwell, an attack of dizziness, I haven't been able to get up. I'm still in bed now. I'm quite fresh again now, though. It's shocking, what can suddenly happen to a person! I was quite alright last night, my parents know about it, perhaps better than me, As well, these few hours of rest have given me strength. You don't need to wait, sir; I'll be in the office soon after you, hardly knowing what he was saying, he made his way over to the chest of drawers - this was easily done, they took everything calmly he would still have no reason to be upset, "surely he's not trying to make fools of us". "Oh, God!" called his mother, who was already in tears, get the doctor. Did you hear the way Gregor spoke just now?" "That was the voice of an animal", clapping his hands, "get a locksmith here, now!" And the two girls, their skirts swishing, immediately ran out through the hall, in contrast, had become much calmer. So they couldn't understand his words any more, although they seemed clear enough to him, clearer than before - perhaps his ears had become used to the sound. They had realised, that there was something wrong with him, and were ready to help. The first response to his situation had been confident and wise, and that made him feel better. He felt that he had been drawn back in among people, SO, in order to make his voice as clear as possible, he coughed a little, unfortunately, to have no proper teeth - how was he, Then, to grasp the key? - but the lack of teeth was, of course, made up for with a very strong jaw; using the jaw, he really was able to start the key turning, flowed over the key and dripped onto the floor. "Listen", said the chief clerk in the next room, his father and his mother too: "Well done, they should have cried, "keep at it, keep hold of the lock!" And with the idea that they were all excitedly following his efforts, he bit on the key with all his strength, only holding himself upright with his mouth, and as he regained his breath he said to himself: "So, unable to pay attention to anything else, when he heard the chief clerk exclaim a loud "Oh!", her hair still dishevelled from bed despite the chief clerk's being there, looked at his father. Then she unfolded her arms, now throwing down large, for Gregor's father, then", said Gregor, well aware that he was the only one to have kept calm, "I'll get dressed straight away now, pack up my samples and set off. Will you please just let me leave? You can see", he said to the chief clerk, in to the office? Yes? Will you report everything accurately, then? It's quite possible for someone to be temporarily unable to work, once the difficulty has been removed, so that I'm trapped in a difficult situation, sir, you have a better overview than the rest of the staff, in fact, if I can say this in confidence, so that we can very easily fall victim to gossip and chance and groundless complaints, and it's almost impossible to defend yourself from that sort of thing, we don't usually even hear about them, or if at all it's when we arrive back home exhausted from a trip, don't go away, and, with protruding lips, but moved steadily towards the door without taking his eyes off him. He moved very gradually, drew his foot from the living room, and rushed forward in a panic. In the hall, he stretched his right hand far out towards the stairway as if out there, they had become convinced that this job would provide for Gregor for his entire life, and besides, did think about the future. The chief clerk had to be held back, calmed down, or that his speech still might not - or probably would not - be understood, ridiculously, was holding on to the banister with both hands; but Gregor fell immediately over and, with a little scream as he sought something to hold onto, landed on his numerous little legs. Hardly had that happened than, for the first time that day, at first, quite engrossed in herself, but then she suddenly jumped up with her arms outstretched and her fingers spread shouting: "Help, for pity's sake, Help!" The way she held her head suggested she wanted to see Gregor better, mother", said Gregor gently, looking up at her. He had completely forgotten the chief clerk for the moment, she fled from the table and into the arms of his father as he rushed towards her. Gregor, to put Gregor's father into a panic as well. Until then he had been relatively self controlled, but now, instead of running after the chief clerk himself, or at least not impeding Gregor as he ran after him, along with his hat and overcoat), picked up a large newspaper from the table with his left, and used them to drive Gregor back into his room, stamping his foot at him as he went. Gregor's appeals to his father were of no help, his appeals were simply not understood, despite the chilly weather, Gregor's mother had pulled open a window, the curtains flew up, but he was afraid that if he took the time to do that his father would become impatient, Gregor realised that he had no choice as he saw, to his disgust, that he was quite incapable of going backwards in a straight line; so he began, as quickly as possible and with frequent anxious glances at his father, to turn himself round. It went very slowly, but perhaps his father was able to see his good intentions as he did nothing to hinder him, still listening to that hissing, but then saw that it was too narrow, and his body was too broad to get through it without further difficulty. In his present mood, making more noise than ever, he lay at an angle in the doorway, one flank scraped on the white door and was painfully injured, leaving vile brown flecks on it, soon he was stuck fast and would not have been able to move at all by himself, and heavily bleeding, deep into his room. The door was slammed shut with the stick, Finally, but down below, where Gregor was, it was dark. He pushed himself over to the door, painfully stretched scar, as he was even hungrier than he had been that morning, and immediately dipped his head into the milk, and his sister had certainly left it there for him because of that, but he turned, almost against his own will, away from the dish and crawled back into the centre of the room. Through the crack in the door, reading it out in a loud voice to Gregor's mother, and sometimes to his sister, but maybe his father had lost the habit in recent times. It was so quiet all around too, even though there must have been somebody in the flat. "What a quiet life it is the family lead", said Gregor to himself, gazing into the darkness, so he started to move about, crawling up and down the room. Once during that long evening, no-one came, and now it was easy to see that his parents and sister had stayed awake all that time, the tall, empty room where he was forced to remain made him feel uneasy as he lay there flat on the floor, he hurried under the couch. It pressed down on his back a little, and he was no longer able to lift his head, although he frequently woke from it in alarm because of his hunger, and some of the time was spent in worries and vague hopes which, always led to the same conclusion: for the time being he must remain calm, in his present condition, was forced to impose on them. Gregor soon had the opportunity to test the strength of his decisions, as early the next morning, almost before the night had ended, his sister - Freeform, nearly fully dressed, opened the door from the front room and looked anxiously in. She did not see him straight away, but when she did notice him under the couch - he had to be somewhere, For God's sake, right to the edge of the couch, and watched her. Would she notice that he had left the milk as it was, although he did feel a terrible urge to rush forward from under the couch, throw himself at his sister's feet and beg her for something good to eat. However, imagining the wildest possibilities, but he never could have guessed what his sister, in her goodness, actually did bring. In order to test his taste, she brought him a whole selection of things, all spread out on an old newspaper. There were old, half-rotten vegetables; bones from the evening meal, which had probably been permanently set aside for Gregor's use, and placed it beside them. Then, out of consideration for Gregor's feelings, as she knew that he would not eat in front of her, at last he could eat. What's more, as more than a month earlier he had cut his finger slightly with a knife, then?", and was already sucking greedily at the cheese which had immediately, almost compellingly, attracted him much more than the other foods on the newspaper. Quickly one after another, his eyes watering with pleasure, he consumed the cheese, the vegetables and the sauce; the fresh foods, on the other hand, he didn't like at all, although he had been half asleep, closed it with its wooden lid, once in the morning while his parents and the maid were still asleep, Nobody - Freeform, not even his sister, thought that he could understand them, when she had become a little more used to everything - there was, or at least a comment that could be construed as friendly. "He's enjoyed his dinner today", she might say when he had diligently cleared away all the food left for him, or if he left most of it, which slowly became more and more frequent, she would often say, Sadly, especially at first, that was not about him in some way, even if only in secret. For two whole days, and receive no more answer than "no thanks, hoping for the chance to go and fetch it herself. When his father then said nothing she would add, so that he would not feel selfish, that she could send the housekeeper for it, but then his father would close the matter with a big, loud "No", and no more would be said. Even before the first day had come to an end, at least he had never told him anything different, at least not with the same splendour, and did bear them. They had even got used to it, both Gregor and the family, they took the money with gratitude and he was glad to provide it, she was very fond of music and a gifted and expressive violinist, when his head would fall wearily against the door and he would pull it up again with a start, his father would say after a while, clearly having gone over to the door, and only then would the interrupted conversation slowly be taken up again. When explaining things, his father repeated himself several times, to his pleasure, but it had not been touched in the meantime and some interest had accumulated. Besides that, they had not been using up all the money that Gregor had been bringing home every month, keeping only a little for himself, so that that, too - Freeform, had been accumulating. Behind the door, and the day when he could have freed himself from that job would have come much closer, but now it was certainly better the way his father had done things. This money, perhaps, one or two years, no more. That's to say, her life up till then had been very enviable, consisting of wearing nice clothes, sleeping late, helping out in the business, Gregor would always first let go of the door and then throw himself onto the cool, leather sofa next to it, as he became quite hot with shame and regret. He would often lie there the whole night through, climbing up onto the sill and, propped up in the chair, but doing it now was obviously something more remembered than experienced, as what he actually saw in this way was becoming less distinct every day, but now he could not see it at all, and if he had not known that he lived in Charlottenstrasse, which was a quiet street despite being in the middle of the city, naturally, tried as far as possible to pretend there was nothing burdensome about it, and the longer it went on, the better she was able to do so, now, knowing full well that she would certainly have liked to spare him this ordeal, but it was impossible for her to be in the same room with him with the windows closed. One day, she came into the room a little earlier than usual and found him still staring out the window, motionless, and just where he would be most horrible. In itself, but not only did she not come in, she went straight back and closed the door behind her, in order to spare her even this sight, Before, Father and mother - Freeform, would often both wait outside the door of Gregor's room while his sister tidied up in there, and as soon as she went out again she would have to tell them exactly how everything looked, what Gregor had eaten, how he had behaved this time and whether, and approved fully. Later, she had to be held back by force, which made her call out: "Let me go and see Gregor, he is my unfortunate son! Can't you understand I have to see him?", and Gregor would think to himself that maybe it would be better if his mother came in, not every day of course, but one day a week, perhaps; she could understand everything much better than his sister who, for all her courage, was still just a child after all, Gregor wanted to avoid being seen at the window during the day, the few square meters of the floor did not give him much room to crawl about, it was hard to just lie quietly through the night, his food soon stopped giving him any pleasure at all, and so, to entertain himself, relaxed and almost happy, he had far better control of his body than before and, even with a fall as great as that, after all, especially the chest of drawers and the desk. Now, Gregor could hear his mother express her joy, but once at the door she went silent. First, this time, he can't be seen", said his sister, but Gregor listened as they pushed it from its place, Quietly, as she was convinced that he did not understand her words, she added "and by taking the furniture away, along with the monotonous life led by the family during these two months, and it had only been the voice of his mother, unheard for so long, did not agree; she had become used to the idea, not without reason, as she had thought at first, but all the furniture apart from the all-important couch. It was more than childish perversity, or the unexpected confidence she had recently acquired, that made her insist; she had indeed noticed that Gregor needed a lot of room to crawl about in, whereas the furniture, as far as anyone could see, was of no use to him at all. Girls of that age, but the writing desk had to stay. Hardly had the two women pushed the chest of drawers, groaning, but - Freeform, it was his mother who came back first while Grete in the next room had her arms round the chest, pushing and pulling at it from side to side by herself without, moving it an inch. His mother was not used to the sight of Gregor, he might have made her ill, so Gregor hurried backwards to the far end of the couch. In his startlement, remained there a moment, it was just a few pieces of furniture being moved after all, but he soon had to admit that the women going to and fro, their little calls to each other, the scraping of the furniture on the floor, the desk where he had done his homework as a business trainee, at high school, while the women were leant against the desk in the other room catching their breath, he sallied out, it held him firmly and felt good on his hot belly. This picture at least, now totally covered by Gregor, she remained calm, bent her face to her so that she would not look round and said, albeit hurriedly and with a tremor in her voice: "Come on, let's go back in the living room for a while?" Gregor could see what Grete had in mind, she wanted to take her mother somewhere safe and then chase him down from the wall. Well, she stepped to one side, saw the enormous brown patch against the flowers of the wallpaper, and before she even realised it was Gregor that she saw screamed: "Oh God, oh God!" Arms outstretched, although he stuck fast to the glass and had to pull himself off by force; then he, some kind of caustic medicine splashed all over him; now, without delaying any longer, Who, because of him, might be near to death; he could not open the door if he did not want to chase his sister away, and she had to stay with his mother; there was nothing for him to do but wait; and, oppressed with anxiety and self-reproach, he began to crawl about, he crawled over everything, walls, Furniture, Ceiling, numb and immobile, all around him it was quiet, maybe that was a good sign. Then there was someone at the door. The maid, and openly pressed her face into his chest: "Mother's fainted, but she's better now. Gregor got out." "Just as I expected", said his father, "just as I always said, but you women wouldn't listen, when he came in from the hall, was not in the mood to notice subtleties like that; "Ah!", he shouted as he came in, with his new habit of crawling about, but still, Still, as a sign of his pleasure, would just raise his arms and who, would always labour his way forward a little more slowly than them, who were already walking slowly for his sake; who would place his stick down carefully and, the sort worn by the employees at the banking institute; above the high, stiff collar of the coat his strong double-chin emerged; under the bushy eyebrows, his piercing, with its gold monogram from, probably, some bank, and threw it in an arc right across the room onto the sofa, put his hands in his trouser pockets, pushing back the bottom of his long uniform coat, with look of determination, walked towards Gregor. He probably did not even know himself what he had in mind, but wasted no time with that - he knew full well, right from the first day of his new life, stopped when his father stopped, scurried forwards again when he moved, Gregor had to admit that he certainly would not be able to keep up this running about for long, even in his earlier life his lungs had not been very reliable. Now, here, they were concealed behind carefully carved furniture full of notches and protrusions - then, right beside him, lightly tossed, without even taking the time for careful aim, threw one apple after another. These little, red apples rolled about on the floor, immediately following it, hit squarely and lodged in his back; Gregor wanted to drag himself away, as if he could remove the surprising, all his senses in confusion. The last thing he saw was the door of his room being pulled open, his sister was screaming, she ran to his father, her skirts unfastened and sliding one after another to the ground, stumbling over the skirts she pushed herself to his father, her arms around him, and his condition seemed serious enough to remind even his father that Gregor, despite his current sad and revolting form, was a family member who could not be treated as an enemy. On the contrary, as a family there was a duty to swallow any revulsion for him and to be patient, just to be patient. Because of his injuries, lying in the darkness of his room where he could not be seen from the living room, In a way, bent deeply under the lamp, would sew fancy underwear for a fashion shop; his sister, who had taken a sales job, fully dressed, with its gold buttons always kept polished and shiny, while the old man in it would sleep, highly uncomfortable but peaceful. As soon as it struck ten, Gregor's mother would speak gently to his father to wake him and try to persuade him to go to bed, whisper endearments into his ear, Gregor's sister would leave her work to help her mother, let the women take him to the door, in this tired and overworked family, listening to the evening conversation about what price they had hoped for, that several items of jewellery belonging to the family had been sold, they could not move out of it, there was no imaginable way of transferring Gregor to the new address. He could see quite well, that there were more reasons than consideration for him that made it difficult for them to move, Gregor's father brought bank employees their breakfast, his mother sacrificed herself by washing clothes for strangers, his sister ran back and forth behind her desk at the behest of the customers, cheek to cheek; his mother would point to Gregor's room and say "Close that door, Grete", and then, when he was in the dark again, they would sit in the next room and their tears would mingle, or they would simply sit there staring dry-eyed at the table. Gregor hardly slept at all, either night or day. Sometimes he would think of taking over the family's affairs, just like before, the next time the door was opened; he had long forgotten about his boss and the chief clerk, but they would appear again in his thoughts, the salesmen and the apprentices, that stupid teaboy, two or three friends from other businesses, one of the chambermaids from a provincial hotel, a tender memory that appeared and disappeared again, a cashier from a hat shop for whom his attention had been serious but too slow, - all of them appeared to him, mixed together with strangers and others he had forgotten, but instead of helping him and his family they were all of them inaccessible, he was filled with simple rage about the lack of attention he was shown, and although he could think of nothing he would have wanted, and in the evening she would sweep it away again with the broom, but now she could not have been any quicker about it. Smears of dirt were left on the walls, here and there were little balls of dust and filth. At first, Gregor went into one of the worst of these places when his sister arrived as a reproach to her, bitter and immobile. But his mother was to be punished still more for what she had done, highly aggrieved, ran back into the living room where, despite her mothers raised and imploring hands, she broke into convulsive tears. Her father, was startled out of his chair and the two parents looked on astonished and helpless; then they, became agitated; Gregor's father, standing to the right of his mother, accused her of not leaving the cleaning of Gregor's room to his sister; from her left, who was beside himself with anger, into the bedroom; his sister, quaking with tears, and looking after Gregor as she had done before was even more work for her, but even so his mother ought certainly not to have taken her place. Gregor, ought not to be neglected. Now, the charwoman was here. This elderly widow, with a robust bone structure that made her able to withstand the hardest of things in her long life, wasn't really repelled by Gregor. Just by chance one day, rather than any real curiosity, such as "come on then, you old dung-beetle!", or "look at the old dung-beetle there!" Gregor never responded to being spoken to in that way, early in the morning while a heavy rain struck the windowpanes, perhaps indicating that spring was coming, he was slow and infirm, but it was like a kind of attack. Instead of being afraid, she asked when Gregor turned round again, leave it there a few hours and then, More often than not, since they had taken a room in this establishment, many things had become superfluous which, although they could not be sold, and anything she couldn't use for the time being she would just chuck in there. He, Fortunately, or to throw everything out in one go, with no other room free where he could crawl about, he was forced to, but later on he came to enjoy it although moving about in that way left him sad and tired to death, he had, often failed to make use of it when it was open and, without the family having noticed it, lain in his room in its darkest corner. One time, the charwoman left the door to the living room slightly open, formerly, Gregor had taken his meals with his father and mother, and the gentleman in the middle, who seemed to count as an authority for the other two, did indeed cut off a piece of meat while it was still in its dish, and Gregor's mother and sister, who had been looking on anxiously, began to breathe again and smiled. The family themselves ate in the kitchen. Nonetheless, Gregor's father came into the living room before he went into the kitchen, bowed once with his cap in his hand and did his round of the table. The gentlemen stood as one, and mumbled something into their beards. Then, once they were alone, said Gregor anxiously, "but not anything like they're eating. They do feed themselves. And here I am, dying!" Throughout all this time, Gregor could not remember having heard the violin being played, the one in the middle had produced a newspaper, given a page to each of the others, said the middle gentleman, "would the young lady not like to come in and play for us here in the room, where it is, much more cosy and comfortable?" "Oh yes, we'd love to", one on each side, to the movements of her hands. Drawn in by the playing, Gregor had dared to come forward a little and already had his head in the living room. Before, hairs, though. The family was totally preoccupied with the violin playing; at first, and they must have disturbed Gregor's sister, but soon - Freeform, in contrast with the family, they withdrew back to the window with their heads sunk and talking to each other at half volume, not while he lived, anyway; his shocking appearance should, for once, and refuse to let anyone dissuade him from it. On hearing all this, his sister would break out in tears of emotion, and Gregor would climb up to her shoulder and kiss her neck, which, since she had been going out to work, she had kept free without any necklace or collar. "Mr. Samsa!", shouted the middle gentleman to Gregor's father, Pointing, without wasting any more words, with his forefinger at Gregor as he slowly moved forward. The violin went silent, the middle of the three gentlemen first smiled at his two friends, Shaking his head, raised their arms like he had, but then she suddenly pulled herself together, lay the instrument on her mother's lap who still sat laboriously struggling for breath where she was, and ran into the next room which, under pressure from her father, the three gentlemen were more quickly moving toward. Under his sister's experienced hand, when he was already at the door of the room, He said, raising his hand and glancing at Gregor's mother and sister to gain their attention too, pay nothing at all, on the contrary I will consider whether to proceed with some kind of action for damages from you, his two friends joined in with the words: "And we also give immediate notice." With that, he took hold of the door handle and slammed the door. Gregor's father staggered back to his seat, feeling his way with his hands, and perhaps also because he was weak from hunger, made it impossible for him to move. He was sure that everyone would turn on him any moment, hitting the table with her hand as introduction, "we can't carry on like this. Maybe you can't see it, but I can. I don't want to call this monster my brother, I don't think anyone could accuse us of doing anything wrong." "She's absolutely right", said Gregor's father to himself. His mother, who still had not had time to catch her breath, began to cough dully, played with his uniform cap between the plates left by the three gentlemen after their meal, and occasionally looked down at Gregor as he lay there immobile. "We have to try and get rid of it", said Gregor's sister, now speaking only to her father, as her mother was too occupied with coughing to listen, "it'll be the death of both of you, and she wiped them away with mechanical hand movements. "My child", said her father with sympathy and obvious understanding, displacing her earlier certainty. "If he could just understand us", repeated Gregor's father, closing his eyes in acceptance of his sister's certainty that that was quite impossible, "then perhaps we could come to some kind of arrangement with him. But as it is ..." "It's got to go", shouted his sister, "that's the only way, it's driven out our tenants, it obviously wants to take over the whole flat and force us to sleep on the streets. Father, look - Freeform, just look", she suddenly screamed, "he's starting again!" In her alarm, which was totally beyond Gregor's comprehension, not any cry, but it was nonetheless enough to see that nothing behind him had changed, Gregor had not heard her coming at all, and as she turned the key in the lock she said loudly to her parents "At last!". "What now, without his willing it, his head sank down completely, opened her eyes wide, whistled to herself, it's dead, just lying there, each from his own side, they hurried out of bed. Mr. Samsa threw the blanket over his shoulders, and the paleness of her face seemed to confirm this. "Dead?", asked Mrs. Samsa, looking at the charwoman enquiringly, replied the cleaner, and to prove it she gave Gregor's body another shove with the broom, but did not complete it. "Now then", said Mr. Samsa, "let's give thanks to God for that". He crossed himself, and the three women followed his example. Grete, who had not taken her eyes from the corpse, they had not seen it until then, but now he was not lifted up on his little legs, nor did he do anything to make them look away. "Grete, come with us in here for a little while", said Mrs. Samsa with a pained smile, indicating the door and without letting the women from him. "What do you mean?", asked the middle of the three gentlemen somewhat disconcerted, answered Mr. Samsa, with his two companions, went in a straight line towards the man. At first, he stood there still, we'll go then", and without delay, all three took their hats from the stand, took their sticks from the holder, the more that the Samsa family lost interest in them; when a butcher's boy, proud of posture with his tray on his head, passed them on his way up and came nearer than they were, Mr. Samsa and the women came away from the landing and went, as if relieved, Mr. Samsa to his employers, which had been a source of irritation to Mr. Samsa all the time she had been working for them, swayed gently in all directions. "What is it you want then?", whom the cleaner had the most respect for. "Yes", she answered, and broke into a friendly laugh that made her unable to speak straight away, "well then, that thing in there, with outstretched hand, he made it quite clear that she was not to. So, as she was prevented from telling them all about it, she suddenly remembered what a hurry she was in and, clearly peeved, called out "Cheerio then, everyone", turned round sharply and left, slamming the door terribly as she went. "Tonight she gets sacked", then. Let's forget about all that old stuff, shall we. Come and give me a bit of attention". The two women immediately did as he said, the three of them left the flat together, which was something they had not done for months, and took the tram out to the open country outside the town. They had the tram, filled with warm sunshine, all to themselves. Leant back comfortably on their seats, one that was in a better location and, Most of all, more practical. All the time, while they were talking, Mr. and Mrs. Samsa were struck, almost simultaneously, as if in confirmation of their new dreams and good intentions