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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, slightly domed and divided by

arches into stiff sections. 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.