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Gregor
made
a
run
for
him
;
he
wanted
to
be
sure
of
reaching
him
;
the
chief
clerk
must
have
expected
something
,
as
he
leapt
down
several
steps
at
once
and
disappeared
;
his
shouts
resounding
all
around
the
staircase
.
The
flight
of
the
chief
clerk
seemed
,
unfortunately
,
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
,
Gregor
’
s
father
seized
the
chief
clerk
’
s
stick
in
his
right
hand
(
the
chief
clerk
had
left
it
behind
on
a
chair
,
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
,
however
much
he
humbly
turned
his
head
his
father
merely
stamped
his
foot
all
the
harder
.
Across
the
room
,
despite
the
chilly
weather
,
Gregor
’
s
mother
had
pulled
open
a
window
,
leant
far
out
of
it
and
pressed
her
hands
to
her
face
.
A
strong
draught
of
air
flew
in
from
the
street
towards
the
stairway
,
the
curtains
flew
up
,
the
newspapers
on
the
table
fluttered
and
some
of
them
were
blown
onto
the
floor
.
Nothing
would
stop
Gregor
’
s
father
as
he
drove
him
back
,
making
hissing
noises
at
him
like
a
wild
man
.
Gregor
had
never
had
any
practice
in
moving
backwards
and
was
only
able
to
go
very
slowly
.
If
Gregor
had
only
been
allowed
to
turn
round
he
would
have
been
back
in
his
room
straight
away
,
but
he
was
afraid
that
if
he
took
the
time
to
do
that
his
father
would
become
impatient
,
and
there
was
the
threat
of
a
lethal
blow
to
his
back
or
head
from
the
stick
in
his
father
’
s
hand
any
moment
.
Eventually
,
though
,
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
,
in
fact
now
and
then
he
used
the
tip
of
his
stick
to
give
directions
from
a
distance
as
to
which
way
to
turn
.
If
only
his
father
would
stop
that
unbearable
hissing
!
It
was
making
Gregor
quite
confused
.
When
he
had
nearly
finished
turning
round
,
still
listening
to
that
hissing
,
he
made
a
mistake
and
turned
himself
back
a
little
the
way
he
had
just
come
.
He
was
pleased
when
he
finally
had
his
head
in
front
of
the
doorway
,
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
,
it
obviously
did
not
occur
to
his
father
to
open
the
other
of
the
double
doors
so
that
Gregor
would
have
enough
space
to
get
through
.
He
was
merely
fixed
on
the
idea
that
Gregor
should
be
got
back
into
his
room
as
quickly
as
possible
.
Nor
would
he
ever
have
allowed
Gregor
the
time
to
get
himself
upright
as
preparation
for
getting
through
the
doorway
What
he
did
,
making
more
noise
than
ever
,
was
to
drive
Gregor
forwards
all
the
harder
as
if
there
had
been
nothing
in
the
way
;
it
sounded
to
Gregor
as
if
there
was
now
more
than
one
father
behind
him
;
it
was
not
a
pleasant
experience
,
and
Gregor
pushed
himself
into
the
doorway
without
regard
for
what
might
happen
.
One
side
of
his
body
lifted
itself
,
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
,
the
little
legs
along
one
side
hung
quivering
in
the
air
while
those
on
the
other
side
were
pressed
painfully
against
the
ground
.
Then
his
father
gave
him
a
hefty
shove
from
behind
which
released
him
from
where
he
was
held
and
sent
him
flying
,
and
heavily
bleeding
,
deep
into
his
room
.
The
door
was
slammed
shut
with
the
stick
,
then
,
finally
,
all
was
quiet
.
It
was
not
until
it
was
getting
dark
that
evening
that
Gregor
awoke
from
his
deep
and
coma
-
like
sleep
.
He
would
have
woken
soon
afterwards
anyway
even
if
he
hadn
’
t
been
disturbed
,
as
he
had
had
enough
sleep
and
felt
fully
rested
.
But
he
had
the
impression
that
some
hurried
steps
and
the
sound
of
the
door
leading
into
the
front
room
being
carefully
shut
had
woken
him
.
The
light
from
the
electric
street
lamps
shone
palely
here
and
there
onto
the
ceiling
and
tops
of
the
furniture
,
but
down
below
,
where
Gregor
was
,
it
was
dark
.
He
pushed
himself
over
to
the
door
,
feeling
his
way
clumsily
with
his
antennae
—
of
which
he
was
now
beginning
to
learn
the
value
—
in
order
to
see
what
had
been
happening
there
.
The
whole
of
his
left
side
seemed
like
one
,
painfully
stretched
scar
,
and
he
limped
badly
on
his
two
rows
of
legs
.
One
of
the
legs
had
been
badly
injured
in
the
events
of
that
morning
—
it
was
nearly
a
miracle
that
only
one
of
them
had
been
—
and
dragged
along
lifelessly
.
It
was
only
when
he
had
reached
the
door
that
he
realised
what
it
actually
was
that
had
drawn
him
over
to
it
;
it
was
the
smell
of
something
to
eat
.
By
the
door
there
was
a
dish
filled
with
sweetened
milk
with
little
pieces
of
white
bread
floating
in
it
.
He
was
so
pleased
he
almost
laughed
,
as
he
was
even
hungrier
than
he
had
been
that
morning
,
and
immediately
dipped
his
head
into
the
milk
,
nearly
covering
his
eyes
with
it
.
But
he
soon
drew
his
head
back
again
in
disappointment
;
not
only
did
the
pain
in
his
tender
left
side
make
it
difficult
to
eat
the
food
—
he
was
only
able
to
eat
if
his
whole
body
worked
together
as
a
snuffling
whole
—
but
the
milk
did
not
taste
at
all
nice
.
Milk
like
this
was
normally
his
favourite
drink
,
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
,
Gregor
could
see
that
the
gas
had
been
lit
in
the
living
room
.
His
father
at
this
time
would
normally
be
sat
with
his
evening
paper
,
reading
it
out
in
a
loud
voice
to
Gregor
’
s
mother
,
and
sometimes
to
his
sister
,
but
there
was
now
not
a
sound
to
be
heard
.
Gregor
’
s
sister
would
often
write
and
tell
him
about
this
reading
,
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
,
and
,
gazing
into
the
darkness
,
felt
a
great
pride
that
he
was
able
to
provide
a
life
like
that
in
such
a
nice
home
for
his
sister
and
parents
.
But
what
now
,
if
all
this
peace
and
wealth
and
comfort
should
come
to
a
horrible
and
frightening
end
?
That
was
something
that
Gregor
did
not
want
to
think
about
too
much
,
so
he
started
to
move
about
,
crawling
up
and
down
the
room
.
Once
during
that
long
evening
,
the
door
on
one
side
of
the
room
was
opened
very
slightly
and
hurriedly
closed
again
;
later
on
the
door
on
the
other
side
did
the
same
;
it
seemed
that
someone
needed
to
enter
the
room
but
thought
better
of
it
.
Gregor
went
and
waited
immediately
by
the
door
,
resolved
either
to
bring
the
timorous
visitor
into
the
room
in
some
way
or
at
least
to
find
out
who
it
was
;
but
the
door
was
opened
no
more
that
night
and
Gregor
waited
in
vain
.
The
previous
morning
while
the
doors
were
locked
everyone
had
wanted
to
get
in
there
to
him
,
but
now
,
now
that
he
had
opened
up
one
of
the
doors
and
the
other
had
clearly
been
unlocked
some
time
during
the
day
,
no
-
one
came
,
and
the
keys
were
in
the
other
sides
.
It
was
not
until
late
at
night
that
the
gaslight
in
the
living
room
was
put
out
,
and
now
it
was
easy
to
see
that
his
parents
and
sister
had
stayed
awake
all
that
time
,
as
they
all
could
be
distinctly
heard
as
they
went
away
together
on
tip
-
toe
.
It
was
clear
that
no
-
one
would
come
into
Gregor
’
s
room
any
more
until
morning
;
that
gave
him
plenty
of
time
to
think
undisturbed
about
how
he
would
have
to
re
-
arrange
his
life
.
For
some
reason
,
the
tall
,
empty
room
where
he
was
forced
to
remain
made
him
feel
uneasy
as
he
lay
there
flat
on
the
floor
,
even
though
he
had
been
living
in
it
for
five
years
.
Hardly
aware
of
what
he
was
doing
other
than
a
slight
feeling
of
shame
,
he
hurried
under
the
couch
.
It
pressed
down
on
his
back
a
little
,
and
he
was
no
longer
able
to
lift
his
head
,
but
he
nonetheless
felt
immediately
at
ease
and
his
only
regret
was
that
his
body
was
too
broad
to
get
it
all
underneath
.
He
spent
the
whole
night
there
.
Some
of
the
time
he
passed
in
a
light
sleep
,
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
,
however
,
always
led
to
the
same
conclusion
:
for
the
time
being
he
must
remain
calm
,
he
must
show
patience
and
the
greatest
consideration
so
that
his
family
could
bear
the
unpleasantness
that
he
,
in
his
present
condition
,
was
forced
to
impose
on
them
.
