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He
became
noticeably
short
of
breath
,
even
in
his
earlier
life
his
lungs
had
not
been
very
reliable
.
Now
,
as
he
lurched
about
in
his
efforts
to
muster
all
the
strength
he
could
for
running
he
could
hardly
keep
his
eyes
open
;
his
thoughts
became
too
slow
for
him
to
think
of
any
other
way
of
saving
himself
than
running
;
he
almost
forgot
that
the
walls
were
there
for
him
to
use
although
,
here
,
they
were
concealed
behind
carefully
carved
furniture
full
of
notches
and
protrusions
—
then
,
right
beside
him
,
lightly
tossed
,
something
flew
down
and
rolled
in
front
of
him
.
It
was
an
apple
;
then
another
one
immediately
flew
at
him
;
Gregor
froze
in
shock
;
there
was
no
longer
any
point
in
running
as
his
father
had
decided
to
bombard
him
.
He
had
filled
his
pockets
with
fruit
from
the
bowl
on
the
sideboard
and
now
,
without
even
taking
the
time
for
careful
aim
,
threw
one
apple
after
another
.
These
little
,
red
apples
rolled
about
on
the
floor
,
knocking
into
each
other
as
if
they
had
electric
motors
.
An
apple
thrown
without
much
force
glanced
against
Gregor
’
s
back
and
slid
off
without
doing
any
harm
.
Another
one
however
,
immediately
following
it
,
hit
squarely
and
lodged
in
his
back
;
Gregor
wanted
to
drag
himself
away
,
as
if
he
could
remove
the
surprising
,
the
incredible
pain
by
changing
his
position
;
but
he
felt
as
if
nailed
to
the
spot
and
spread
himself
out
,
all
his
senses
in
confusion
The
last
thing
he
saw
was
the
door
of
his
room
being
pulled
open
,
his
sister
was
screaming
,
his
mother
ran
out
in
front
of
her
in
her
blouse
(
as
his
sister
had
taken
off
some
of
her
clothes
after
she
had
fainted
to
make
it
easier
for
her
to
breathe
)
,
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
,
uniting
herself
with
him
totally
—
now
Gregor
lost
his
ability
to
see
anything
—
her
hands
behind
his
father
’
s
head
begging
him
to
spare
Gregor
’
s
life
.
No
-
one
dared
to
remove
the
apple
lodged
in
Gregor
’
s
flesh
,
so
it
remained
there
as
a
visible
reminder
of
his
injury
.
He
had
suffered
it
there
for
more
than
a
month
,
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
,
Gregor
had
lost
much
of
his
mobility
—
probably
permanently
.
He
had
been
reduced
to
the
condition
of
an
ancient
invalid
and
it
took
him
long
,
long
minutes
to
crawl
across
his
room
—
crawling
over
the
ceiling
was
out
of
the
question
—
but
this
deterioration
in
his
condition
was
fully
(
in
his
opinion
)
made
up
for
by
the
door
to
the
living
room
being
left
open
every
evening
.
He
got
into
the
habit
of
closely
watching
it
for
one
or
two
hours
before
it
was
opened
and
then
,
lying
in
the
darkness
of
his
room
where
he
could
not
be
seen
from
the
living
room
,
he
could
watch
the
family
in
the
light
of
the
dinner
table
and
listen
to
their
conversation
—
with
everyone
’
s
permission
,
in
a
way
,
and
thus
quite
differently
from
before
.
They
no
longer
held
the
lively
conversations
of
earlier
times
,
of
course
,
the
ones
that
Gregor
always
thought
about
with
longing
when
he
was
tired
and
getting
into
the
damp
bed
in
some
small
hotel
room
.
All
of
them
were
usually
very
quiet
nowadays
.
Soon
after
dinner
,
his
father
would
go
to
sleep
in
his
chair
;
his
mother
and
sister
would
urge
each
other
to
be
quiet
;
his
mother
,
bent
deeply
under
the
lamp
,
would
sew
fancy
underwear
for
a
fashion
shop
;
his
sister
,
who
had
taken
a
sales
job
,
learned
shorthand
and
French
in
the
evenings
so
that
she
might
be
able
to
get
a
better
position
later
on
.
Sometimes
his
father
would
wake
up
and
say
to
Gregor
’
s
mother
“
you
’
re
doing
so
much
sewing
again
today
!
”
,
as
if
he
did
not
know
that
he
had
been
dozing
—
and
then
he
would
go
back
to
sleep
again
while
mother
and
sister
would
exchange
a
tired
grin
.
With
a
kind
of
stubbornness
,
Gregor
’
s
father
refused
to
take
his
uniform
off
even
at
home
;
while
his
nightgown
hung
unused
on
its
peg
Gregor
’
s
father
would
slumber
where
he
was
,
fully
dressed
,
as
if
always
ready
to
serve
and
expecting
to
hear
the
voice
of
his
superior
even
here
.
The
uniform
had
not
been
new
to
start
with
,
but
as
a
result
of
this
it
slowly
became
even
shabbier
despite
the
efforts
of
Gregor
’
s
mother
and
sister
to
look
after
it
.
Gregor
would
often
spend
the
whole
evening
looking
at
all
the
stains
on
this
coat
,
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
,
as
he
couldn
’
t
sleep
properly
where
he
was
and
he
really
had
to
get
his
sleep
if
he
was
to
be
up
at
six
to
get
to
work
.
But
since
he
had
been
in
work
he
had
become
more
obstinate
and
would
always
insist
on
staying
longer
at
the
table
,
even
though
he
regularly
fell
asleep
and
it
was
then
harder
than
ever
to
persuade
him
to
exchange
the
chair
for
his
bed
.
Then
,
however
much
mother
and
sister
would
importune
him
with
little
reproaches
and
warnings
he
would
keep
slowly
shaking
his
head
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
with
his
eyes
closed
and
refusing
to
get
up
.
Gregor
’
s
mother
would
tug
at
his
sleeve
,
whisper
endearments
into
his
ear
,
Gregor
’
s
sister
would
leave
her
work
to
help
her
mother
,
but
nothing
would
have
any
effect
on
him
.
He
would
just
sink
deeper
into
his
chair
.
Only
when
the
two
women
took
him
under
the
arms
he
would
abruptly
open
his
eyes
,
look
at
them
one
after
the
other
and
say
:
“
What
a
life
!
This
is
what
peace
I
get
in
my
old
age
!
”
And
supported
by
the
two
women
he
would
lift
himself
up
carefully
as
if
he
were
carrying
the
greatest
load
himself
,
let
the
women
take
him
to
the
door
,
send
them
off
and
carry
on
by
himself
while
Gregor
’
s
mother
would
throw
down
her
needle
and
his
sister
her
pen
so
that
they
could
run
after
his
father
and
continue
being
of
help
to
him
.
Who
,
in
this
tired
and
overworked
family
,
would
have
had
time
to
give
more
attention
to
Gregor
than
was
absolutely
necessary
?
The
household
budget
became
even
smaller
;
so
now
the
maid
was
dismissed
;
an
enormous
,
thick
-
boned
charwoman
with
white
hair
that
flapped
around
her
head
came
every
morning
and
evening
to
do
the
heaviest
work
;
everything
else
was
looked
after
by
Gregor
’
s
mother
on
top
of
the
large
amount
of
sewing
work
she
did
.
