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He
was
still
hurriedly
thinking
all
this
through
,
unable
to
decide
to
get
out
of
the
bed
,
when
the
clock
struck
quarter
to
seven
.
There
was
a
cautious
knock
at
the
door
near
his
head
.
“
Gregor
”
,
somebody
called
—
it
was
his
mother
—
“
it
’
s
quarter
to
seven
.
Didn
’
t
you
want
to
go
somewhere
?
”
That
gentle
voice
!
Gregor
was
shocked
when
he
heard
his
own
voice
answering
,
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
,
leaving
the
hearer
unsure
whether
he
had
heard
properly
or
not
.
Gregor
had
wanted
to
give
a
full
answer
and
explain
everything
,
but
in
the
circumstances
contented
himself
with
saying
:
“
Yes
,
mother
,
yes
,
thank
-
you
,
I
’
m
getting
up
now
.
”
The
change
in
Gregor
’
s
voice
probably
could
not
be
noticed
outside
through
the
wooden
door
,
as
his
mother
was
satisfied
with
this
explanation
and
shuffled
away
.
But
this
short
conversation
made
the
other
members
of
the
family
aware
that
Gregor
,
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
,
“
what
’
s
wrong
?
”
And
after
a
short
while
he
called
again
with
a
warning
deepness
in
his
voice
:
“
Gregor
!
Gregor
!
”
At
the
other
side
door
his
sister
came
plaintively
:
“
Gregor
?
Aren
’
t
you
well
?
Do
you
need
anything
?
”
Gregor
answered
to
both
sides
:
“
I
’
m
ready
,
now
”
,
making
an
effort
to
remove
all
the
strangeness
from
his
voice
by
enunciating
very
carefully
and
putting
long
pauses
between
each
,
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
,
of
locking
all
doors
at
night
even
when
he
was
at
home
.
The
first
thing
he
wanted
to
do
was
to
get
up
in
peace
without
being
disturbed
,
to
get
dressed
,
and
most
of
all
to
have
his
breakfast
.
Only
then
would
he
consider
what
to
do
next
,
as
he
was
well
aware
that
he
would
not
bring
his
thoughts
to
any
sensible
conclusions
by
lying
in
bed
.
He
remembered
that
he
had
often
felt
a
slight
pain
in
bed
,
perhaps
caused
by
lying
awkwardly
,
but
that
had
always
turned
out
to
be
pure
imagination
and
he
wondered
how
his
imaginings
would
slowly
resolve
themselves
today
.
He
did
not
have
the
slightest
doubt
that
the
change
in
his
voice
was
nothing
more
than
the
first
sign
of
a
serious
cold
,
which
was
an
occupational
hazard
for
travelling
salesmen
.
It
was
a
simple
matter
to
throw
off
the
covers
;
he
only
had
to
blow
himself
up
a
little
and
they
fell
off
by
themselves
.
But
it
became
difficult
after
that
,
especially
as
he
was
so
exceptionally
broad
.
He
would
have
used
his
arms
and
his
hands
to
push
himself
up
;
but
instead
of
them
he
only
had
all
those
little
legs
continuously
moving
in
different
directions
,
and
which
he
was
moreover
unable
to
control
.
If
he
wanted
to
bend
one
of
them
,
then
that
was
the
first
one
that
would
stretch
itself
out
;
and
if
he
finally
managed
to
do
what
he
wanted
with
that
leg
,
all
the
others
seemed
to
be
set
free
and
would
move
about
painfully
.
“
This
is
something
that
can
’
t
be
done
in
bed
”
,
Gregor
said
to
himself
,
“
so
don
’
t
keep
trying
to
do
it
”
.
The
first
thing
he
wanted
to
do
was
get
the
lower
part
of
his
body
out
of
the
bed
,
but
he
had
never
seen
this
lower
part
,
and
could
not
imagine
what
it
looked
like
;
it
turned
out
to
be
too
hard
to
move
;
it
went
so
slowly
;
and
finally
,
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
,
the
bulk
of
his
body
eventually
followed
slowly
in
the
direction
of
the
head
.
But
when
he
had
at
last
got
his
head
out
of
the
bed
and
into
the
fresh
air
it
occurred
to
him
that
if
he
let
himself
fall
it
would
be
a
miracle
if
his
head
were
not
injured
,
so
he
became
afraid
to
carry
on
pushing
himself
forward
the
same
way
.
And
he
could
not
knock
himself
out
now
at
any
price
;
better
to
stay
in
bed
than
lose
consciousness
.
It
took
just
as
much
effort
to
get
back
to
where
he
had
been
earlier
,
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
,
he
could
think
of
no
way
of
bringing
peace
and
order
to
this
chaos
.
He
told
himself
once
more
that
it
was
not
possible
for
him
to
stay
in
bed
and
that
the
most
sensible
thing
to
do
would
be
to
get
free
of
it
in
whatever
way
he
could
at
whatever
sacrifice
.
At
the
same
time
,
though
,
he
did
not
forget
to
remind
himself
that
calm
consideration
was
much
better
than
rushing
to
desperate
conclusions
.
At
times
like
this
he
would
direct
his
eyes
to
the
window
and
look
out
as
clearly
as
he
could
,
but
unfortunately
,
even
the
other
side
of
the
narrow
street
was
enveloped
in
morning
fog
and
the
view
had
little
confidence
or
cheer
to
offer
him
.
“
Seven
o
’
clock
,
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
,
breathing
lightly
as
if
he
perhaps
expected
the
total
stillness
to
bring
things
back
to
their
real
and
natural
state
.
But
then
he
said
to
himself
:
“
Before
it
strikes
quarter
past
seven
I
’
ll
definitely
have
to
have
got
properly
out
of
bed
.
And
by
then
somebody
will
have
come
round
from
work
to
ask
what
’
s
happened
to
me
as
well
,
as
they
open
up
at
work
before
seven
o
’
clock
.
”
And
so
he
set
himself
to
the
task
of
swinging
the
entire
length
of
his
body
out
of
the
bed
all
at
the
same
time
.
If
he
succeeded
in
falling
out
of
bed
in
this
way
and
kept
his
head
raised
as
he
did
so
he
could
probably
avoid
injuring
it
.
His
back
seemed
to
be
quite
hard
,
and
probably
nothing
would
happen
to
it
falling
onto
the
carpet
.
His
main
concern
was
for
the
loud
noise
he
was
bound
to
make
,
and
which
even
through
all
the
doors
would
probably
raise
concern
if
not
alarm
.
But
it
was
something
that
had
to
be
risked
.
