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.
