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The Metamorphosismetal window ledge) made him quite melancholy. ‘Whydon’t I keep sleeping for a little while longer and fo...
The Metamorphosisretracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a coldshower all over him.    He slid back again into...
The Metamorphosispast six, and the hands were going quietly on. It was pastthe half hour, already nearly quarter to. Could...
The Metamorphosiswrong? Apart from a really excessive drowsiness after thelong sleep, Gregor in fact felt quite well and e...
The Metamorphosisthe fact that Gregor was unexpectedly still at home, andalready his father was knocking on one side door,...
The Metamorphosissee how his present fantasies would gradually dissipate.That the change in his voice was nothing other th...
The Metamorphosishe hit the lower bedpost hard. The violent pain he feltrevealed to him that the lower part of his body wa...
The Metamorphosis(indeed the calmest) reflection might be better than themost confused decisions. At such moments, he dire...
The Metamorphosisconcern on the other side of all the doors. However, ithad to be tried.    As Gregor was in the process o...
The Metamorphosismoment everything remained still. ‘They aren’t opening,’Gregor said to himself, caught up in some absurd ...
The Metamorphosisand, in addition, his back was more elastic than Gregorhad thought. For that reason the dull noise was no...
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The Metamorphosiswe business people, luckily or unluckily, however onelooks at it, very often simply have to overcome a sl...
The Metamorphosismoment, instead of disturbing him with crying andconversation. But it was the very uncertainty whichdistr...
The Metamorphosishere uselessly, I don’t know why the matter shouldn’tcome to the attention of your parents. Your producti...
The Metamorphosisme about that. Perhaps you have not read the latest orderswhich I shipped. Besides, now I’m setting out o...
The Metamorphosischair, on the edge of which he braced himself with histhin limbs. By doing this he gained control over hi...
The Metamorphosisthey seemed clear enough to him, clearer than previously,perhaps because his ears had gotten used to them...
The Metamorphosisrested there momentarily from his exertion. Then he madean effort to turn the key in the lock with his mo...
The Metamorphosisand he set his head against the door handle to open thedoor completely.    Because he had to open the doo...
The Metamorphosis    At this point Gregor did not take one step into theroom, but leaned his body from the inside against ...
The Metamorphosisaway, pack up the collection of samples, and set off. You’llallow me to set out on my way, will you not? ...
The Metamorphosisexpense of an employee. You also know well enough thatthe traveling salesman who is outside the office al...
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The Metamorphosishandrail with both hands on the landing in a ridiculousway. But as he looked for something to hold onto, ...
The Metamorphosiscompletely from his mind; by contrast, at the sight of theflowing coffee he couldn’t stop himself snappin...
The Metamorphosisunderstood. No matter how willing he was to turn hishead respectfully, his father just stomped all the ha...
The Metamorphosisfather noticed his good intentions, for he did not disruptGregor in this motion, but with the tip of the ...
The Metamorphosisthe door opening. His one flank was sore with thescraping. On the white door ugly blotches were left. Soo...
The Metamorphosis                            II   Gregor first woke up from his heavy swoon-like sleepin the evening twili...
The Metamorphosisnow had a much greater hunger than in the morning, andhe immediately dipped his head almost up to and ove...
The Metamorphosislike this for his parents and his sister. But how wouldthings go if now all tranquillity, all prosperity,...
The Metamorphosisundisturbed about how he should reorganize his life fromscratch. But the high, open room, in which he was...
The Metamorphosisto be somewhere or other; for he could hardly fly away)she got such a shock that, without being able to c...
The Metamorphosisout on an old newspaper. There were old half-rottenvegetables, bones from the evening meal, covered with ...
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The Metamorphosisasleep, and a second time after the common noon meal,for his parents were, as before, asleep then for a l...
The Metamorphosismore frequently, she used to say sadly, ‘Now everythinghas stopped again.’    But while Gregor could get ...
The Metamorphosis   Now his sister had to team up with his mother to dothe cooking, although that didn’t create much troub...
The Metamorphosissince his imprisonment. He had thought that nothing at allwas left over for his father from that business...
The Metamorphosisand it was his secret plan to send her (in contrast to Gregorshe loved music very much and knew how to pl...
The Metamorphosis    Gregor found out clearly enough (for his father tendedto repeat himself often in his explanations, pa...
The Metamorphosisonly to an amount which one should not really take outand which must be set aside for an emergency. But t...
The Metamorphosistime. He undertook the very difficult task of shoving achair over to the window. Then he crept up on thew...
The Metamorphosistime went by, she naturally got more successful at it. Butwith the passing of time Gregor also came to un...
The Metamorphosisonly did not step inside; she even retreated and shut thedoor. A stranger really could have concluded fro...
The Metamorphosis   In the first two weeks his parents could not bringthemselves to visit him, and he often heard how they...
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The Metamorphosis    But she was in no position to do this by herself. She didnot dare to ask her father to help, and the ...
The Metamorphosiswithout listening to the warnings of his mother who wasafraid that she would strain herself. The work las...
The Metamorphosisthe room exactly in the condition in which it was before,so that, when Gregor returns to us, he finds eve...
The Metamorphosis   But his sister unfortunately thought otherwise. She hadgrown accustomed, certainly not without justifi...
The Metamorphosisin this room seemed uncertain of herself in her sheeragitation and soon kept quiet, helping his sister wi...
The Metamorphosisand fro, their quiet conversations, the scratching of thefurniture on the floor affected him like a great...
The Metamorphosiswhich was otherwise already empty, the picture of thewoman dressed in nothing but fur. He quickly scurrie...
The Metamorphosis    But Grete’s words had immediately made the mothervery uneasy. She walked to the side, caught sight of...
The Metamorphosiswith them into her mother. She slammed the door shutwith her foot. Gregor was now shut off from his mothe...
The MetamorphosisThus, Gregor now had to find his father to calm himdown, for he had neither the time nor the opportunity ...
The Metamorphosistotally incapable of standing up, who had only lifted hisarm as a sign of happiness, and who in their rar...
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The Metamorphosisfurniture full of sharp points and spikes—at that momentsomething or other thrown casually flew down clos...
The Metamorphosisthe floor, and how, tripping over her skirts, she hurledherself onto his father and, throwing her arms ar...
The Metamorphosis                           III    Gregor’s serious wound, from which he suffered forover a month (since n...
The Metamorphosiscertain extent with their common permission, a situationquite different from what happened before.    Of ...
The Metamorphosisof the mother and sister, his uniform, which even at thestart was not new, grew dirty, and Gregor looked,...
The Metamorphosistwo women grabbed him under the armpits would hethrow his eyes open, look back and forth at the motherand...
The Metamorphosistoo big for their present means, since it was impossible toimagine how Gregor might be moved. But Gregor ...
The Metamorphosis   Gregor spent his nights and days with hardly any sleep.Sometimes he thought that the next time the doo...
The Metamorphosisbeen tasted or, what happened most frequently, remainedentirely undisturbed, she whisked it out with one ...
The Metamorphosislifted high in entreaty, broke out in a fit of crying. Herparents (the father had, of course, woken up wi...
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
The metamorphosis By Franz Kafka
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  1. 1. The Metamorphosis Franz KafkaThis eBook is designed and published by Planet PDF. For more freeeBooks visit our Web site at http://www.planetpdf.com.
  2. 2. The Metamorphosis This text is a translation from the German by Ian Johnston, Malaspina University- College Nanaimo, BC. It has been prepared for students in the Liberal Studies and English departments. This document is in the public domain, released, January 1999 2 of 96
  3. 3. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. I One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up fromanxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had beenchanged into a monstrous verminous bug. He lay on hisarmour-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little,his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just aboutready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place.His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the restof his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes. ‘What’s happened to me,’ he thought. It was no dream.His room, a proper room for a human being, onlysomewhat too small, lay quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which an unpackedcollection of sample cloth goods was spread out (Samsawas a traveling salesman) hung the picture which he hadcut out of an illustrated magazine a little while ago and setin a pretty gilt frame. It was a picture of a woman with afur hat and a fur boa. She sat erect there, lifting up in thedirection of the viewer a solid fur muff into which herentire forearm disappeared. Gregor’s glance then turned to the window. The drearyweather (the rain drops were falling audibly down on the 3 of 96
  4. 4. The Metamorphosismetal window ledge) made him quite melancholy. ‘Whydon’t I keep sleeping for a little while longer and forget allthis foolishness,’ he thought. But this was entirelyimpractical, for he was used to sleeping on his right side,and in his present state he couldn’t get himself into thisposition. No matter how hard he threw himself onto hisright side, he always rolled again onto his back. He musthave tried it a hundred times, closing his eyes, so that hewould not have to see the wriggling legs, and gave uponly when he began to feel a light, dull pain in his sidewhich he had never felt before. ‘O God,’ he thought, ‘what a demanding job I’vechosen! Day in, day out on the road. The stresses of tradeare much greater than the work going on at head office,and, in addition to that, I have to deal with the problemsof traveling, the worries about train connections, irregularbad food, temporary and constantly changing humanrelationships which never come from the heart. To hellwith it all!’ He felt a slight itching on the top of hisabdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer tothe bed post so that he could lift his head more easily,found the itchy part, which was entirely covered withsmall white spots (he did not know what to make ofthem), and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he 4 of 96
  5. 5. The Metamorphosisretracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a coldshower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. ‘Thisgetting up early,’ he thought, ‘makes a man quite idiotic.A man must have his sleep. Other traveling salesmen livelike harem women. For instance, when I come back to theinn during the course of the morning to write up thenecessary orders, these gentlemen are just sitting down tobreakfast. If I were to try that with my boss, I’d be thrownout on the spot. Still, who knows whether that mightn’tbe really good for me. If I didn’t hold back for my parents’sake, I would’ve quit ages ago. I would’ve gone to theboss and told him just what I think from the bottom of myheart. He would’ve fallen right off his desk! How weird itis to sit up at the desk and talk down to the employeefrom way up there. The boss has trouble hearing, so theemployee has to step up quite close to him. Anyway, Ihaven’t completely given up that hope yet. Once I’ve gottogether the money to pay off the parents’ debt to him—that should take another five or six years—I’ll do it forsure. Then I’ll make the big break. In any case, right nowI have to get up. My train leaves at five o’clock.’ And he looked over at the alarm clock ticking away bythe chest of drawers. ‘Good God,’ he thought. It was half 5 of 96
  6. 6. The Metamorphosispast six, and the hands were going quietly on. It was pastthe half hour, already nearly quarter to. Could the alarmhave failed to ring? One saw from the bed that it wasproperly set for four o’clock. Certainly it had rung. Yes,but was it possible to sleep through this noise that madethe furniture shake? Now, it’s true he’d not slept quietly,but evidently he’d slept all the more deeply. Still, whatshould he do now? The next train left at seven o’clock.To catch that one, he would have to go in a mad rush.The sample collection wasn’t packed up yet, and he reallydidn’t feel particularly fresh and active. And even if hecaught the train, there was no avoiding a blow up with theboss, because the firm’s errand boy would’ve waited forthe five o’clock train and reported the news of his absencelong ago. He was the boss’s minion, without backbone orintelligence. Well then, what if he reported in sick? Butthat would be extremely embarrassing and suspicious,because during his five years’ service Gregor hadn’t beensick even once. The boss would certainly come with thedoctor from the health insurance company and wouldreproach his parents for their lazy son and cut short allobjections with the insurance doctor’s comments; for himeveryone was completely healthy but really lazy aboutwork. And besides, would the doctor in this case be totally 6 of 96
  7. 7. The Metamorphosiswrong? Apart from a really excessive drowsiness after thelong sleep, Gregor in fact felt quite well and even had areally strong appetite. As he was thinking all this over in the greatest haste,without being able to make the decision to get out of bed(the alarm clock was indicating exactly quarter to seven)there was a cautious knock on the door by the head of thebed. ‘Gregor,’ a voice called (it was his mother!) ‘it’s quarterto seven. Don’t you want to be on your way?’ The softvoice! Gregor was startled when he heard his voiceanswering. It was clearly and unmistakably his earliervoice, but in it was intermingled, as if from below, anirrepressibly painful squeaking which left the wordspositively distinct only in the first moment and distortedthem in the reverberation, so that one didn’t know if onehad heard correctly. Gregor wanted to answer in detailand explain everything, but in these circumstances heconfined himself to saying, ‘Yes, yes, thank you mother.I’m getting up right away.’ Because of the wooden doorthe change in Gregor’s voice was not really noticeableoutside, so his mother calmed down with this explanationand shuffled off. However, as a result of the shortconversation the other family members became aware of 7 of 96
  8. 8. The Metamorphosisthe fact that Gregor was unexpectedly still at home, andalready his father was knocking on one side door, weaklybut with his fist. ‘Gregor, Gregor,’ he called out, ‘what’sgoing on?’ And after a short while he urged him on againin a deeper voice. ‘Gregor!’ Gregor!’ At the other sidedoor, however, his sister knocked lightly. ‘Gregor? Areyou all right? Do you need anything?’ Gregor directedanswers in both directions, ‘I’ll be ready right away.’ Hemade an effort with the most careful articulation and byinserting long pauses between the individual words toremove everything remarkable from his voice. His fatherturned back to his breakfast. However, the sisterwhispered, ‘Gregor, open the door, I beg you.’ Gregorhad no intention of opening the door, but congratulatedhimself on his precaution, acquired from traveling, oflocking all doors during the night, even at home. First he wanted to stand up quietly and undisturbed, getdressed, above all have breakfast, and only then considerfurther action, for (he noticed this clearly) by thinkingthings over in bed he would not reach a reasonableconclusion. He remembered that he had already often felta light pain or other in bed, perhaps the result of anawkward lying position, which later turned out to bepurely imaginary when he stood up, and he was eager to 8 of 96
  9. 9. The Metamorphosissee how his present fantasies would gradually dissipate.That the change in his voice was nothing other than theonset of a real chill, an occupational illness of commercialtravelers, of that he had not the slightest doubt. It was very easy to throw aside the blanket. He neededonly to push himself up a little, and it fell by itself. But tocontinue was difficult, particularly because he was sounusually wide. He needed arms and hands to pushhimself upright. Instead of these, however, he had onlymany small limbs which were incessantly moving withvery different motions and which, in addition, he wasunable to control. If he wanted to bend one of them, thenit was the first to extend itself, and if he finally succeededdoing with this limb what he wanted, in the meantime allthe others, as if left free, moved around in an excessivelypainful agitation. ‘But I must not stay in bed uselessly,’ saidGregor to himself. At first he wanted to get of the bed with the lower partof his body, but this lower part (which he incidentally hadnot yet looked at and which he also couldn’t pictureclearly) proved itself too difficult to move. The attemptwent so slowly. When, having become almost frantic, hefinally hurled himself forward with all his force andwithout thinking, he chose his direction incorrectly, and 9 of 96
  10. 10. The Metamorphosishe hit the lower bedpost hard. The violent pain he feltrevealed to him that the lower part of his body was at themoment probably the most sensitive. Thus, he tried to get his upper body out of the bed firstand turned his head carefully toward the edge of the bed.He managed to do this easily, and in spite of its width andweight his body mass at last slowly followed the turning ofhis head. But as he finally raised his head outside the bedin the open air, he became anxious about moving forwardany further in this manner, for if he allowed himselfeventually to fall by this process, it would take a miracle toprevent his head from getting injured. And at all costs hemust not lose consciousness right now. He preferred toremain in bed. However, after a similar effort, while he lay there againsighing as before and once again saw his small limbsfighting one another, if anything worse than before, anddidn’t see any chance of imposing quiet and order on thisarbitrary movement, he told himself again that he couldn’tpossibly remain in bed and that it might be the mostreasonable thing to sacrifice everything if there was eventhe slightest hope of getting himself out of bed in theprocess. At the same moment, however, he didn’t forgetto remind himself from time to time of the fact that calm 10 of 96
  11. 11. The Metamorphosis(indeed the calmest) reflection might be better than themost confused decisions. At such moments, he directed hisgaze as precisely as he could toward the window, butunfortunately there was little confident cheer to be hadfrom a glance at the morning mist, which concealed eventhe other side of the narrow street. ‘It’s already seveno’clock’ he told himself at the latest striking of the alarmclock, ‘already seven o’clock and still such a fog.’ And fora little while longer he lay quietly with weak breathing, asif perhaps waiting for normal and natural conditions to re-emerge out of the complete stillness. But then he said to himself, ‘Before it strikes a quarterpast seven, whatever happens I must be completely out ofbed. Besides, by then someone from the office will arriveto inquire about me, because the office will open beforeseven o’clock.’ And he made an effort then to rock hisentire body length out of the bed with a uniform motion.If he let himself fall out of the bed in this way, his head,which in the course of the fall he intended to lift upsharply, would probably remain uninjured. His backseemed to be hard; nothing would really happen to that asa result of the fall. His greatest reservation was a worryabout the loud noise which the fall must create and whichpresumably would arouse, if not fright, then at least 11 of 96
  12. 12. The Metamorphosisconcern on the other side of all the doors. However, ithad to be tried. As Gregor was in the process of lifting himself half outof bed (the new method was more of a game than aneffort; he needed only to rock with a constant rhythm) itstruck him how easy all this would be if someone were tocome to his aid. Two strong people (he thought of hisfather and the servant girl) would have been quitesufficient. They would have only had to push their armsunder his arched back to get him out of the bed, to benddown with their load, and then merely to exercisepatience and care that he completed the flip onto thefloor, where his diminutive legs would then, he hoped,acquire a purpose. Now, quite apart from the fact that thedoors were locked, should he really call out for help? Inspite of all his distress, he was unable to suppress a smile atthis idea. He had already got to the point where, with a strongerrocking, he maintained his equilibrium with difficulty, andvery soon he would finally have to decide, for in fiveminutes it would be a quarter past seven. Then there was aring at the door of the apartment. ‘That’s someone fromthe office’ he told himself, and he almost froze while hissmall limbs only danced around all the faster. For one 12 of 96
  13. 13. The Metamorphosismoment everything remained still. ‘They aren’t opening,’Gregor said to himself, caught up in some absurd hope.But of course then, as usual, the servant girl with her firmtread went to the door and opened it. Gregor needed tohear only the visitor’s first word of greeting to recognizeimmediately who it was, the manager himself. Why wasGregor the only one condemned to work in a firm whereat the slightest lapse someone immediately attracted thegreatest suspicion? Were all the employees thencollectively, one and all, scoundrels? Was there thenamong them no truly devoted person who, if he failed touse just a couple of hours in the morning for office work,would become abnormal from pangs of conscience andreally be in no state to get out of bed? Was it really notenough to let an apprentice make inquiries, if suchquestioning was even necessary? Must the manager himselfcome, and in the process must it be demonstrated to theentire innocent family that the investigation of thissuspicious circumstance could only be entrusted to theintelligence of the manager? And more as a consequenceof the excited state in which this idea put Gregor than as aresult of an actual decision, he swung himself with all hismight out of the bed. There was a loud thud, but not areal crash. The fall was absorbed somewhat by the carpet 13 of 96
  14. 14. The Metamorphosisand, in addition, his back was more elastic than Gregorhad thought. For that reason the dull noise was not quiteso conspicuous. But he had not held his head up withsufficient care and had hit it. He turned his head, irritatedand in pain, and rubbed it on the carpet. ‘Something has fallen in there,’ said the manager in thenext room on the left. Gregor tried to imagine to himselfwhether anything similar to what was happening to himtoday could have also happened at some point to themanager. At least one had to concede the possibility ofsuch a thing. However, as if to give a rough answer to thisquestion, the manager now took a few determined steps inthe next room, with a squeak of his polished boots. Fromthe neighbouring room on the right the sister waswhispering to inform Gregor: ‘Gregor, the manager ishere.’ ‘I know,’ said Gregor to himself. But he did notdare make his voice loud enough so that his sister couldhear. ‘Gregor,’ his father now said from the neighbouringroom on the left, ‘Mr. Manager has come and is askingwhy you have not left on the early train. We don’t knowwhat we should tell him. Besides, he also wants to speak toyou personally. So please open the door. He will goodenough to forgive the mess in your room.’ 14 of 96
  15. 15. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. In the middle of all this, the manager called out in afriendly way, ‘Good morning, Mr. Samsa.’ ‘He is notwell,’ said his mother to the manager, while his father wasstill talking at the door, ‘He is not well, believe me, Mr.Manager. Otherwise how would Gregor miss a train! Theyoung man has nothing in his head except business. I’malmost angry that he never goes out at night. Right nowhe’s been in the city eight days, but he’s been at homeevery evening. He sits there with us at the table and readsthe newspaper quietly or studies his travel schedules. It’s aquite a diversion for him if he busies himself withfretwork. For instance, he cut out a small frame over thecourse of two or three evenings. You’d be amazed howpretty it is. It’s hanging right inside the room. You’ll see itimmediately, as soon as Gregor opens the door. Anyway,I’m happy that you’re here, Mr. Manager. By ourselves,we would never have made Gregor open the door. He’sso stubborn, and he’s certainly not well, although hedenied that this morning.’ ‘I’m coming right away,’ said Gregor slowly anddeliberately and didn’t move, so as not to lose one word ofthe conversation. ‘My dear lady, I cannot explain it tomyself in any other way,’ said the manager; ‘I hope it isnothing serious. On the other hand, I must also say that 15 of 96
  16. 16. The Metamorphosiswe business people, luckily or unluckily, however onelooks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slightindisposition for business reasons.’ ‘So can Mr. Managercome in to see you now’ asked his father impatiently andknocked once again on the door. ‘No,’ said Gregor. In theneighbouring room on the left a painful stillnessdescended. In the neighbouring room on the right thesister began to sob. Why didn’t his sister go to the others? She’d probablyjust gotten up out of bed now and hadn’t even started toget dressed yet. Then why was she crying? Because hewasn’t getting up and wasn’t letting the manager in;because he was in danger of losing his position, andbecause then his boss would badger his parents once againwith the old demands? Those were probably unnecessaryworries right now. Gregor was still here and wasn’tthinking at all about abandoning his family. At themoment he was lying right there on the carpet, and noone who knew about his condition would’ve seriouslydemanded that he let the manager in. But Gregorwouldn’t be casually dismissed right way because of thissmall discourtesy, for which he would find an easy andsuitable excuse later on. It seemed to Gregor that it mightbe far more reasonable to leave him in peace at the 16 of 96
  17. 17. The Metamorphosismoment, instead of disturbing him with crying andconversation. But it was the very uncertainty whichdistressed the others and excused their behaviour. ‘Mr. Samsa,’ the manager was now shouting, his voiceraised, ‘what’s the matter? You are barricading yourself inyour room, answer with only a yes and a no, are makingserious and unnecessary troubles for your parents, andneglecting (I mention this only incidentally) yourcommercial duties in a truly unheard of manner. I amspeaking here in the name of your parents and youremployer, and I am requesting you in all seriousness for animmediate and clear explanation. I am amazed. I amamazed. I thought I knew you as a calm, reasonableperson, and now you appear suddenly to want to startparading around in weird moods. The Chief indicated tome earlier this very day a possible explanation for yourneglect—it concerned the collection of cash entrusted toyou a short while ago—but in truth I almost gave him myword of honour that this explanation could not be correct.However, now I see here your unimaginable pigheadedness, and I am totally losing any desire to speak upfor you in the slightest. And your position is not at all themost secure. Originally I intended to mention all this toyou privately, but since you are letting me waste my time 17 of 96
  18. 18. The Metamorphosishere uselessly, I don’t know why the matter shouldn’tcome to the attention of your parents. Your productivityhas also been very unsatisfactory recently. Of course, it’snot the time of year to conduct exceptional business, werecognize that, but a time of year for conducting nobusiness, there is no such thing at all, Mr. Samsa, and sucha thing must never be.’ ‘But Mr. Manager,’ called Gregor, beside himself andin his agitation forgetting everything else, ‘I’m opening thedoor immediately, this very moment. A slightindisposition, a dizzy spell, has prevented me from gettingup. I’m still lying in bed right now. But now I’m quiterefreshed once again. I’m in the midst of getting out ofbed. Just have patience for a short moment! Things are notgoing so well as I thought. But things are all right. Howsuddenly this can overcome someone! Just yesterdayevening everything was fine with me. My parents certainlyknow that. Actually just yesterday evening I had a smallpremonition. People must have seen that in me. Whyhave I not reported that to the office! But people alwaysthink that they’ll get over sickness without having to stayat home. Mr. Manager! Take it easy on my parents! Thereis really no basis for the criticisms which you are nowmaking against me, and really nobody has said a word to 18 of 96
  19. 19. The Metamorphosisme about that. Perhaps you have not read the latest orderswhich I shipped. Besides, now I’m setting out on my tripon the eight o’clock train; the few hours’ rest have mademe stronger. Mr. Manager, do not stay. I will be at theoffice in person right away. Please have the goodness tosay that and to convey my respects to the Chief.’ While Gregor was quickly blurting all this out, hardlyaware of what he was saying, he had moved close to thechest of drawers without effort, probably as a result of thepractice he had already had in bed, and now he was tryingto raise himself up on it. Actually, he wanted to open thedoor; he really wanted to let himself be seen by and tospeak with the manager. He was keen to witness what theothers now asking after him would say at the sight of him.If they were startled, then Gregor had no moreresponsibility and could be calm. But if they acceptedeverything quietly, then he would have no reason to getexcited and, if he got a move on, could really be at thestation around eight o’clock. At first he slid down a few times from the smooth chestof drawers. But at last he gave himself a final swing andstood upright there. He was no longer at all aware of thepains in his lower body, no matter how they might stillsting. Now he let himself fall against the back of a nearby 19 of 96
  20. 20. The Metamorphosischair, on the edge of which he braced himself with histhin limbs. By doing this he gained control over himselfand kept quiet, for he could now hear the manager. ‘Did you understood a single word?’ the manager askedthe parents, ‘Is he playing the fool with us?’ ‘For God’ssake,’ cried the mother already in tears, ‘perhaps he’s veryill and we’re upsetting him. Grete! Grete!’ she yelled atthat point. ‘Mother?’ called the sister from the other side.They were making themselves understood throughGregor’s room. ‘You must go to the doctor right away.Gregor is sick. Hurry to the doctor. Have you heardGregor speak yet?’ ‘That was an animal’s voice,’ said themanager, remarkably quietly in comparison to themother’s cries. ‘Anna! Anna!’ yelled the father through the hall intothe kitchen, clapping his hands, ‘fetch a locksmith rightaway!’ The two young women were already runningthrough the hall with swishing skirts (how had his sisterdressed herself so quickly?) and yanked open the doors ofthe apartment. One couldn’t hear the doors closing at all.They probably had left them open, as is customary in anapartment in which a huge misfortune has taken place. However, Gregor had become much calmer. All right,people did not understand his words any more, although 20 of 96
  21. 21. The Metamorphosisthey seemed clear enough to him, clearer than previously,perhaps because his ears had gotten used to them. But atleast people now thought that things were not all rightwith him and were prepared to help him. The confidenceand assurance with which the first arrangements had beencarried out made him feel good. He felt himself includedonce again in the circle of humanity and was expectingfrom both the doctor and the locksmith, withoutdifferentiating between them with any real precision,splendid and surprising results. In order to get as clear avoice as possible for the critical conversation which wasimminent, he coughed a little, and certainly took thetrouble to do this in a really subdued way, since it waspossible that even this noise sounded like somethingdifferent from a human cough. He no longer trustedhimself to decide any more. Meanwhile in the next roomit had become really quiet. Perhaps his parents were sittingwith the manager at the table and were whispering;perhaps they were all leaning against the door andlistening. Gregor pushed himself slowly towards the door, withthe help of the easy chair, let go of it there, threw himselfagainst the door, held himself upright against it (the ballsof his tiny limbs had a little sticky stuff on them), and 21 of 96
  22. 22. The Metamorphosisrested there momentarily from his exertion. Then he madean effort to turn the key in the lock with his mouth.Unfortunately it seemed that he had no real teeth. Howthen was he to grab hold of the key? But to make up forthat his jaws were naturally very strong; with their help hemanaged to get the key really moving, and he did notnotice that he was obviously inflicting some damage onhimself, for a brown fluid came out of his mouth, flowedover the key, and dripped onto the floor. ‘Just listen for a moment,’ said the manager in the nextroom, ‘he’s turning the key.’ For Gregor that was a greatencouragement. But they all should’ve called out to him,including his father and mother, ‘Come on, Gregor,’ theyshould’ve shouted, ‘keep going, keep working on thelock.’ Imagining that all his efforts were being followedwith suspense, he bit down frantically on the key with allthe force he could muster. As the key turned more, hedanced around the lock. Now he was holding himselfupright only with his mouth, and he had to hang onto thekey or then press it down again with the whole weight ofhis body, as necessary. The quite distinct click of the lockas it finally snapped really woke Gregor up. Breathingheavily he said to himself, ‘So I didn’t need the locksmith,’ 22 of 96
  23. 23. The Metamorphosisand he set his head against the door handle to open thedoor completely. Because he had to open the door in this way, it wasalready open very wide without him yet being reallyvisible. He first had to turn himself slowly around the edgeof the door, very carefully, of course, if he did not want tofall awkwardly on his back right at the entrance into theroom. He was still preoccupied with this difficultmovement and had no time to pay attention to anythingelse, when he heard the manager exclaim a loud ‘Oh!’ (itsounded like the wind whistling), and now he saw him,nearest to the door, pressing his hand against his openmouth and moving slowly back, as if an invisible constantforce was pushing him away. His mother (in spite of thepresence of the manager she was standing here with herhair sticking up on end, still a mess from the night) withher hands clasped was looking at his father; she then wenttwo steps towards Gregor and collapsed right in themiddle of her skirts spreading out all around her, her facesunk on her breast, completely concealed. His fatherclenched his fist with a hostile expression, as if he wishedto push Gregor back into his room, then lookeduncertainly around the living room, covered his eyes withhis hands, and cried so that his mighty breast shook. 23 of 96
  24. 24. The Metamorphosis At this point Gregor did not take one step into theroom, but leaned his body from the inside against thefirmly bolted wing of the door, so that only half his bodywas visible, as well as his head, titled sideways, with whichhe peeped over at the others. Meanwhile it had becomemuch brighter. Standing out clearly from the other side ofthe street was a part of the endless gray-black housesituated opposite (it was a hospital) with its severe regularwindows breaking up the facade. The rain was still comingdown, but only in large individual drops visibly and firmlythrown down one by one onto the ground. The breakfastdishes were standing piled around on the table, because forhis father breakfast was the most important meal time inthe day, which he prolonged for hours by reading variousnewspapers. Directly across on the opposite wall hung aphotograph of Gregor from the time of his militaryservice; it was a picture of him as a lieutenant, as he,smiling and worry free, with his hand on his sword,demanded respect for his bearing and uniform. The doorto the hall was ajar, and since the door to the apartmentwas also open, one saw out into the landing of theapartment and the start of the staircase going down. ‘Now,’ said Gregor, well aware that he was the onlyone who had kept his composure. ‘I’ll get dressed right 24 of 96
  25. 25. The Metamorphosisaway, pack up the collection of samples, and set off. You’llallow me to set out on my way, will you not? You see,Mr. Manager, I am not pig-headed, and I am happy towork. Traveling is exhausting, but I couldn’t live withoutit. Where are you going, Mr. Manager? To the office?Really? Will you report everything truthfully? A personcan be incapable of work momentarily, but that isprecisely the best time to remember the earlierachievements and to consider that later, after the obstacleshave been shoved aside, the person will work all the morekeenly and intensely. I am really so indebted to Mr.Chief—you know that perfectly well. On the other hand,I am concerned about my parents and my sister. I’m in afix, but I’ll work myself out of it again. Don’t make thingsmore difficult for me than they already are. Speak up onmy behalf in the office! People don’t like travelingsalesmen. I know that. People think they earn pots ofmoney and thus lead a fine life. People don’t even haveany special reason to think through this judgment moreclearly. But you, Mr. Manager, you have a betterperspective on the interconnections than the other people,even, I tell you in total confidence, a better perspectivethan Mr. Chairman himself, who in his capacity as theemployer may let his judgment make casual mistakes at the 25 of 96
  26. 26. The Metamorphosisexpense of an employee. You also know well enough thatthe traveling salesman who is outside the office almost theentire year can become so easily a victim of gossip,coincidences, and groundless complaints, against which it’simpossible for him to defend himself, since for the mostpart he doesn’t hear about them at all and only then whenhe’s exhausted after finishing a trip, and gets to feel in hisown body at home the nasty consequences, which can’t bethoroughly explored back to their origins. Mr. Manager,don’t leave without speaking a word telling me that you’llat least concede that I’m a little in the right!’ But at Gregor’s first words the manager had alreadyturned away, and now he looked back at Gregor over histwitching shoulders with pursed lips. During Gregor’sspeech he was not still for a moment, but was movingaway towards the door, without taking his eyes offGregor, but really gradually, as if there was a secret ban onleaving the room. He was already in the hall, and after thesudden movement with which he finally pulled his footout of the living room, one could have believed that hehad just burned the sole of his foot. In the hall, however,he stretched out his right hand away from his bodytowards the staircase, as if some truly supernatural reliefwas waiting for him there. 26 of 96
  27. 27. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. Gregor realized that he must not under anycircumstances allow the manager to go away in this frameof mind, especially if his position in the firm was not to beplaced in the greatest danger. His parents did notunderstand all this very well. Over the long years, theyhad developed the conviction that Gregor was set up forlife in his firm and, in addition, they had so much to donowadays with their present troubles that all foresight wasforeign to them. But Gregor had this foresight. Themanager must be held back, calmed down, convinced, andfinally won over. The future of Gregor and his familyreally depended on it! If only the sister had been there!She was clever. She had already cried while Gregor wasstill lying quietly on his back. And the manager, this friendof the ladies, would certainly let himself be guided by her.She would have closed the door to the apartment andtalked him out of his fright in the hall. But the sister wasnot even there. Gregor must deal with it himself. Without thinking that as yet he didn’t know anythingabout his present ability to move and without thinkingthat his speech possibly (indeed probably) had once againnot been understood, he left the wing of the door, pushedhimself through the opening, and wanted to go over tothe manager, who was already holding tight onto the 27 of 96
  28. 28. The Metamorphosishandrail with both hands on the landing in a ridiculousway. But as he looked for something to hold onto, with asmall scream Gregor immediately fell down onto hisnumerous little legs. Scarcely had this happened, when hefelt for the first time that morning a general physical wellbeing. The small limbs had firm floor under them; theyobeyed perfectly, as he noticed to his joy, and strove tocarry him forward in the direction he wanted. Right awayhe believed that the final amelioration of all his sufferingwas immediately at hand. But at the very moment whenhe lay on the floor rocking in a restrained manner quiteclose and directly across from his mother (apparentlytotally sunk into herself) she suddenly sprang right up withher arms spread far apart and her fingers extended andcried out, ‘Help, for God’s sake, help!’ She held her headbowed down, as if she wanted to view Gregor better, butran senselessly back, contradicting that gesture, forgettingthat behind her stood the table with all the dishes on it.When she reached the table, she sat down heavily on it, asif absent-mindedly, and did not appear to notice at all thatnext to her coffee was pouring out onto the carpet in a fullstream from the large overturned container. ‘Mother, mother,’ said Gregor quietly, and looked overtowards her. The manager momentarily had disappeared 28 of 96
  29. 29. The Metamorphosiscompletely from his mind; by contrast, at the sight of theflowing coffee he couldn’t stop himself snapping his jawsin the air a few times . At that his mother screamed allover again, hurried from the table, and collapsed into thearms of his father, who was rushing towards her. ButGregor had no time right now for his parents: the managerwas already on the staircase. His chin level with thebanister, the manager looked back for the last time.Gregor took an initial movement to catch up to him ifpossible. But the manager must have suspected something,because he made a leap down over a few stairs anddisappeared, still shouting ‘Huh!’ The sound echoedthroughout the entire stairwell. Now, unfortunately this flight of the manager alsoseemed completely to bewilder his father, who earlier hadbeen relatively calm, for instead of running after themanager himself or at least not hindering Gregor from hispursuit, with his right hand he grabbed hold of themanager’s cane, which he had left behind with his hat andovercoat on a chair. With his left hand, his father pickedup a large newspaper from the table and, stamping his feeton the floor, he set out to drive Gregor back into hisroom by waving the cane and the newspaper. No requestof Gregor’s was of any use; no request would even be 29 of 96
  30. 30. The Metamorphosisunderstood. No matter how willing he was to turn hishead respectfully, his father just stomped all the harderwith his feet. Across the room from him his mother had pulled opena window, in spite of the cool weather, and leaning outwith her hands on her cheeks, she pushed her face faroutside the window. Between the alley and the stair well astrong draught came up, the curtains on the window flewaround, the newspapers on the table swished, andindividual sheets fluttered down over the floor. The fatherrelentlessly pressed forward pushing out sibilants, like awild man. Now, Gregor had no practice at all in goingbackwards; it was really going very slowly. If Gregor onlyhad been allowed to turn himself around, he would havebeen in his room right away, but he was afraid to make hisfather impatient by the time-consuming process of turningaround, and each moment he faced the threat of a mortalblow on his back or his head from the cane in his father’shand. Finally Gregor had no other option, for he noticedwith horror that he did not understand yet how tomaintain his direction going backwards. And so he began,amid constantly anxious sideways glances in his father’sdirection, to turn himself around as quickly as possible(although in truth this was only very slowly). Perhaps his 30 of 96
  31. 31. The Metamorphosisfather noticed his good intentions, for he did not disruptGregor in this motion, but with the tip of the cane from adistance he even directed here and there Gregor’s rotatingmovement. If only there hadn’t been his father’s unbearable hissing!Because of that Gregor totally lost his head. He wasalready almost totally turned around, when, always withthis hissing in his ear, he just made a mistake and turnedhimself back a little. But when he finally was successful ingetting his head in front of the door opening, it becameclear that his body was too wide to go through anyfurther. Naturally his father, in his present mental state,had no idea of opening the other wing of the door a bit tocreate a suitable passage for Gregor to get through. Hissingle fixed thought was that Gregor must get into hisroom as quickly as possible. He would never have allowedthe elaborate preparations that Gregor required to orienthimself and thus perhaps get through the door. On thecontrary, as if there were no obstacle and with a peculiarnoise, he now drove Gregor forwards. Behind Gregor thesound was at this point no longer like the voice of only asingle father. Now it was really no longer a joke, andGregor forced himself, come what might, into the door.One side of his body was lifted up. He lay at an angle in 31 of 96
  32. 32. The Metamorphosisthe door opening. His one flank was sore with thescraping. On the white door ugly blotches were left. Soonhe was stuck fast and would have not been able to moveany more on his own. The tiny legs on one side hungtwitching in the air above, the ones on the other side werepushed painfully into the floor. Then his father gave himone really strong liberating push from behind, and hescurried, bleeding severely, far into the interior of hisroom. The door was slammed shut with the cane, andfinally it was quiet. 32 of 96
  33. 33. The Metamorphosis II Gregor first woke up from his heavy swoon-like sleepin the evening twilight. He would certainly have wokenup soon afterwards without any disturbance, for he felthimself sufficiently rested and wide awake, although itappeared to him as if a hurried step and a cautious closingof the door to the hall had aroused him. The shine of theelectric streetlights lay pale here and there on the ceilingand on the higher parts of the furniture, but underneatharound Gregor it was dark. He pushed himself slowlytoward the door, still groping awkwardly with his feelers,which he now learned to value for the first time, to checkwhat was happening there. His left side seemed one singlelong unpleasantly stretched scar, and he really had tohobble on his two rows of legs. In addition, one small leghad been seriously wounded in the course of the morningincident (it was almost a miracle that only one had beenhurt) and dragged lifelessly behind. By the door he first noticed what had really lured himthere: it was the smell of something to eat. For there stooda bowl filled with sweetened milk, in which swam tinypieces of white bread. He almost laughed with joy, for he 33 of 96
  34. 34. The Metamorphosisnow had a much greater hunger than in the morning, andhe immediately dipped his head almost up to and over hiseyes down into the milk. But he soon drew it back againin disappointment, not just because it was difficult for himto eat on account of his delicate left side (he could eat onlyif his entire panting body worked in a coordinated way),but also because the milk, which otherwise was hisfavorite drink and which his sister had certainly placedthere for that reason, did not appeal to him at all. Heturned away from the bowl almost with aversion and creptback into the middle of the room. In the living room, as Gregor saw through the crack inthe door, the gas was lit, but where on other occasions atthis time of day the father was accustomed to read theafternoon newspaper in a loud voice to his mother andsometimes also to his sister, at the moment not a soundwas audible. Now, perhaps this reading aloud, aboutwhich his sister always spoken and written to him, hadrecently fallen out of their general routine. But it was sostill all around, in spite of the fact that the apartment wascertainly not empty. ‘What a quiet life the family leads’,said Gregor to himself and, as he stared fixedly out in frontof him into the darkness, he felt a great pride that he hadbeen able to provide such a life in a beautiful apartment 34 of 96
  35. 35. The Metamorphosislike this for his parents and his sister. But how wouldthings go if now all tranquillity, all prosperity, allcontentment should come to a horrible end? In order notto lose himself in such thoughts, Gregor preferred to sethimself moving and crawled up and down in his room. Once during the long evening one side door and thenthe other door was opened just a tiny crack and quicklyclosed again. Someone presumably needed to come in buthad then thought better of it. Gregor immediately took upa position by the living room door, determined to bring inthe hesitant visitor somehow or other or at least to findout who it might be. But now the door was not openedany more, and Gregor waited in vain. Earlier, when thedoor had been barred, they had all wanted to come in tohim; now, when he had opened one door and when theothers had obviously been opened during the day, no onecame any more, and the keys were stuck in the locks onthe outside. The light in the living room was turned off only late atnight, and now it was easy to establish that his parents andhis sister had stayed awake all this time, for one could hearclearly as all three moved away on tiptoe. Now it wascertain that no one would come into Gregor any moreuntil the morning. Thus, he had a long time to think 35 of 96
  36. 36. The Metamorphosisundisturbed about how he should reorganize his life fromscratch. But the high, open room, in which he wascompelled to lie flat on the floor, made him anxious,without his being able to figure out the reason, for he hadlived in the room for five years. With a half unconsciousturn and not without a slight shame he scurried under thecouch, where, in spite of the fact that his back was a littlecramped and he could no longer lift up his head, he feltvery comfortable and was sorry only that his body was toowide to fit completely under it. There he remained the entire night, which he spentpartly in a state of semi-sleep, out of which his hungerconstantly woke him with a start, but partly in a state ofworry and murky hopes, which all led to the conclusionthat for the time being he would have to keep calm andwith patience and the greatest consideration for his familytolerate the troubles which in his present condition he wasnow forced to cause them. Already early in the morning (it was still almost night)Gregor had an opportunity to test the power of thedecisions he had just made, for his sister, almost fullydressed, opened the door from the hall into his room andlooked eagerly inside. She did not find him immediately,but when she noticed him under the couch (God, he had 36 of 96
  37. 37. The Metamorphosisto be somewhere or other; for he could hardly fly away)she got such a shock that, without being able to controlherself, she slammed the door shut once again from theoutside. However, as if she was sorry for her behaviour,she immediately opened the door again and walked in onher tiptoes, as if she was in the presence of a serious invalidor a total stranger. Gregor had pushed his head forwardjust to the edge of the couch and was observing her.Would she really notice that he had left the milk standing,not indeed from any lack of hunger, and would she bringin something else to eat more suitable for him? If she didnot do it on her own, he would sooner starve to deaththan call her attention to the fact, although he had a reallypowerful urge to move beyond the couch, throw himselfat his sister’s feet, and beg her for something or other goodto eat. But his sister noticed right away with astonishmentthat the bowl was still full, with only a little milk spilledaround it. She picked it up immediately (although notwith her bare hands but with a rag), and took it out of theroom. Gregor was extremely curious what she wouldbring as a substitute, and he pictured to himself differentideas about that. But he never could have guessed what hissister out of the goodness of her heart in fact did. Shebrought him, to test his taste, an entire selection, all spread 37 of 96
  38. 38. The Metamorphosisout on an old newspaper. There were old half-rottenvegetables, bones from the evening meal, covered with awhite sauce which had almost solidified, some raisins andalmonds, cheese, which Gregor had declared inedible twodays earlier, a slice of dry bread, a slice of salted breadsmeared with butter. In addition to all this, she put down abowl (probably designated once and for all as Gregor’s)into which she had poured some water. And out of herdelicacy of feeling, since she knew that Gregor would noteat in front of her, she went away very quickly and eventurned the key in the lock, so that Gregor could nowobserve that he could make himself as comfortable as hewished. Gregor’s small limbs buzzed as the time for eatinghad come. His wounds must, in any case, have alreadyhealed completely. He felt no handicap on that score. Hewas astonished at that and thought about it, how morethan a month ago he had cut his finger slightly with aknife and how this wound had hurt enough even the daybefore yesterday. ‘Am I now going to be less sensitive,’ he thought,already sucking greedily on the cheese, which had stronglyattracted him right away, more than all the other foods.Quickly and with his eyes watering with satisfaction, heate one after the other the cheese, the vegetables, and the 38 of 96
  39. 39. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version.sauce; the fresh food, by contrast, didn’t taste good to him.He couldn’t bear the smell and even carried the things hewanted to eat a little distance away. By the time his sisterslowly turned the key as a sign that he should withdraw,he was long finished and now lay lazily in the same spot.The noise immediately startled him, in spite of the factthat he was already almost asleep, and he scurried backagain under the couch. But it cost him great self-controlto remain under the couch, even for the short time hissister was in the room, because his body had filled outsomewhat on account of the rich meal and in the narrowspace there he could scarcely breathe. In the midst ofminor attacks of asphyxiation, he looked at her withsomewhat protruding eyes, as his unsuspecting sister sweptup with a broom, not just the remnants, but even thefoods which Gregor had not touched at all, as if thesewere also now useless, and as she dumped everythingquickly into a bucket, which she closed with a woodenlid, and then carried all of it out of the room. She hadhardly turned around before Gregor had already draggedhimself out from the couch, stretched out, and let his bodyexpand. In this way Gregor got his food every day, once in themorning, when his parents and the servant girl were still 39 of 96
  40. 40. The Metamorphosisasleep, and a second time after the common noon meal,for his parents were, as before, asleep then for a littlewhile, and the servant girl was sent off by his sister onsome errand or other. Certainly they would not havewanted Gregor to starve to death, but perhaps they couldnot have endured finding out what he ate other than byhearsay. Perhaps his sister wanted to spare them what waspossibly only a small grief, for they were really sufferingquite enough already. What sorts of excuses people had used on that firstmorning to get the doctor and the locksmith out of thehouse Gregor was completely unable to ascertain. Since hewas not comprehensible, no one, not even his sister,thought that he might be able to understand others, andthus, when his sister was in her room, he had to becontent with listening now and then to her sighs andinvocations to the saints. Only later, when she had grownsomewhat accustomed to everything (naturally there couldnever be any talk of her growing completely accustomedto it) Gregor sometimes caught a comment which wasintended to be friendly or could be interpreted as such.‘Well, today it tasted good to him,’ she said, if Gregor hadreally cleaned up what he had to eat; whereas, in thereverse situation, which gradually repeated itself more and 40 of 96
  41. 41. The Metamorphosismore frequently, she used to say sadly, ‘Now everythinghas stopped again.’ But while Gregor could get no new informationdirectly, he did hear a good deal from the room next door,and as soon as he heard voices, he scurried right away tothe relevant door and pressed his entire body against it. Inthe early days especially, there was no conversation whichwas not concerned with him in some way or other, evenif only in secret. For two days at all meal times discussionson that subject could be heard on how people should nowbehave; but they also talked about the same subject in thetimes between meals, for there were always at least twofamily members at home, since no one really wanted toremain in the house alone and people could not under anycircumstances leave the apartment completely empty. Inaddition, on the very first day the servant girl (it was notcompletely clear what and how much she knew aboutwhat had happened) on her knees had begged his motherto let her go immediately, and when she said good byeabout fifteen minutes later, she thanked them for thedismissal with tears in her eyes, as if she was receiving thegreatest favour which people had shown her there, and,without anyone demanding it from her, she swore a fearfuloath not to betray anyone, not even the slightest bit. 41 of 96
  42. 42. The Metamorphosis Now his sister had to team up with his mother to dothe cooking, although that didn’t create much troublebecause people were eating almost nothing. Again andagain Gregor listened as one of them vainly invitedanother one to eat and received no answer other than‘Thank you. I have enough’ or something like that. Andperhaps they had stopped having anything to drink, too.His sister often asked his father whether he wanted to havea beer and gladly offered to fetch it herself, and when hisfather was silent, she said, in order to remove anyreservations he might have, that she could send thecaretaker’s wife to get it. But then his father finally said aresounding ‘No,’ and nothing more would be spokenabout it. Already during the first day his father laid out all thefinancial circumstances and prospects to his mother and tohis sister as well. From time to time he stood up from thetable and pulled out of the small lockbox salvaged from hisbusiness, which had collapsed five years previously, somedocument or other or some notebook. The sound wasaudible as he opened up the complicated lock and, afterremoving what he was looking for, locked it up again.These explanations by his father were, in part, the firstenjoyable thing that Gregor had the chance to listen to 42 of 96
  43. 43. The Metamorphosissince his imprisonment. He had thought that nothing at allwas left over for his father from that business; at least hisfather had told him nothing to the contradict that view,and Gregor in any case hadn’t asked him about it. At thetime Gregor’s only concern had been to devote everythinghe had in order to allow his family to forget as quickly aspossible the business misfortune which had brought themall into a state of complete hopelessness. And so at thatpoint he’d started to work with a special intensity andfrom an assistant had become, almost overnight, a travelingsalesman, who naturally had entirely different possibilitiesfor earning money and whose successes at work at oncewere converted into the form of cash commissions, whichcould be set out on the table at home in front of hisastonished and delighted family. Those had been beautifuldays, and they had never come back afterwards, at leastnot with the same splendour, in spite of the fact thatGregor later earned so much money that he was in aposition to bear the expenses of the entire family, expenseswhich he, in fact, did bear. They had become quiteaccustomed to it, both the family and Gregor as well.They took the money with thanks, and he happilysurrendered it, but the special warmth was no longerpresent. Only the sister had remained still close to Gregor, 43 of 96
  44. 44. The Metamorphosisand it was his secret plan to send her (in contrast to Gregorshe loved music very much and knew how to play theviolin charmingly) next year to the conservatory,regardless of the great expense which that must necessitateand which would be made up in other ways. Now andthen during Gregor’s short stays in the city theconservatory was mentioned in conversations with hissister, but always only as a beautiful dream, whoserealization was unimaginable, and their parents neverlistened to these innocent expectations with pleasure. ButGregor thought about them with scrupulous considerationand intended to explain the matter ceremoniously onChristmas Eve. In his present situation, such futile ideas went throughhis head, while he pushed himself right up against the doorand listened. Sometimes in his general exhaustion hecouldn’t listen any more and let his head bang listlesslyagainst the door, but he immediately pulled himselftogether, for even the small sound which he made by thismotion was heard near by and silenced everyone. ‘ Therehe goes on again,’ said his father after a while, clearlyturning towards the door, and only then would theinterrupted conversation gradually be resumed again. 44 of 96
  45. 45. The Metamorphosis Gregor found out clearly enough (for his father tendedto repeat himself often in his explanations, partly becausehe had not personally concerned himself with thesematters for a long time now, and partly also because hismother did not understand everything right away the firsttime) that, in spite all bad luck, a fortune, although a verysmall one, was available from the old times, which theinterest (which had not been touched) had in theintervening time gradually allowed to increase a little.Furthermore, in addition to this, the money which Gregorhad brought home every month (he had kept only a fewflorins for himself) had not been completely spent and hadgrown into a small capital amount. Gregor, behind hisdoor, nodded eagerly, rejoicing over this unanticipatedforesight and frugality. True, with this excess money, hecould have paid off more of his father’s debt to hisemployer and the day on which he could be rid of thisposition would have been a lot closer, but now thingswere doubtless better the way his father had arrangedthem. At the moment, however, this money was nowherenear sufficient to permit the family to live on the interestpayments. Perhaps it would be enough to maintain thefamily for one or at most two years, that’s all. Thus it came 45 of 96
  46. 46. The Metamorphosisonly to an amount which one should not really take outand which must be set aside for an emergency. But themoney to live on must be earned. Now, his father was ahealthy man, although he was old, who had not worked atall for five years now and thus could not be counted onfor very much. He had in these five years, the firstholidays of his trouble-filled but unsuccessful life, put on agood deal of fat and thus had become really heavy. Andshould his old mother now maybe work for money, awoman who suffered from asthma, for whom wanderingthrough the apartment even now was a great strain andwho spent every second day on the sofa by the openwindow labouring for breath? Should his sister earnmoney, a girl who was still a seventeen-year-old child,whose earlier life style had been so very delightful that ithad consisted of dressing herself nicely, sleeping in late,helping around the house, taking part in a few modestenjoyments and, above all, playing the violin? When itcame to talking about this need to earn money, at firstGregor went away from the door and threw himself onthe cool leather sofa beside the door, for he was quite hotfrom shame and sorrow. Often he lay there all night long. He didn’t sleep amoment and just scratched on the leather for hours at a 46 of 96
  47. 47. The Metamorphosistime. He undertook the very difficult task of shoving achair over to the window. Then he crept up on thewindow sill and, braced in the chair, leaned against thewindow to look out, obviously with some memory orother of the satisfaction which that used to bring him inearlier times. Actually from day to day he perceived thingswith less and less clarity, even those a short distance away:the hospital across the street, the all too frequent sight ofwhich he had previously cursed, was not visible at all anymore, and if he had not been precisely aware that he livedin the quiet but completely urban Charlotte Street, hecould have believed that from his window he was peeringout at a featureless wasteland, in which the gray heavenand the gray earth had merged and were indistinguishable.His attentive sister must have observed a couple of timesthat the chair stood by the window; then, after cleaningup the room, each time she pushed the chair back rightagainst the window and from now on she even left theinner casement open. If Gregor had only been able to speak to his sister andthank her for everything that she had to do for him, hewould have tolerated her service more easily. As it was hesuffered under it. The sister admittedly sought to cover upthe awkwardness of everything as much as possible, and, as 47 of 96
  48. 48. The Metamorphosistime went by, she naturally got more successful at it. Butwith the passing of time Gregor also came to understandeverything more precisely. Even her entrance was terriblefor him. As soon as she entered, she ran straight to thewindow, without taking the time to shut the door (in spiteof the fact that she was otherwise very considerate insparing anyone the sight of Gregor’s room), and yankedthe window open with eager hands, as if she was almostsuffocating, and remained for a while by the windowbreathing deeply, even when it was still so cold. With thisrunning and noise she frightened Gregor twice every day.The entire time he trembled under the couch, and yet heknew very well that she would certainly have spared himgladly if it had only been possible to remain with thewindow closed in a room where Gregor lived. On one occasion (about one month had already goneby since Gregor’s transformation, and there was now noparticular reason any more for his sister to be startled atGregor’s appearance) she came a little earlier than usualand came upon Gregor as he was still looking out thewindow, immobile and well positioned to frightensomeone. It would not have come as a surprise to Gregorif she had not come in, since his position was preventingher from opening the window immediately. But she not 48 of 96
  49. 49. The Metamorphosisonly did not step inside; she even retreated and shut thedoor. A stranger really could have concluded from thisthat Gregor had been lying in wait for her and wanted tobite her. Of course, Gregor immediately concealed himselfunder the couch, but he had to wait until the noon mealbefore his sister returned, and she seemed much less calmthan usual. From this he realized that his appearance wasstill constantly intolerable to her and must remainintolerable in future, and that she really had to exert a lotof self-control not to run away from a glimpse of only thesmall part of his body which stuck out from under thecouch. In order to spare her even this sight, one day hedragged the sheet on his back onto the couch (this tasktook him four hours) and arranged it in such a way that hewas now completely concealed and his sister, even if shebent down, could not see him. If this sheet was notnecessary as far as she was concerned, then she couldremove it, for it was clear enough that Gregor could notderive any pleasure from isolating himself away socompletely. But she left the sheet just as it was, andGregor believed he even caught a look of gratitude whenon one occasion he carefully lifted up the sheet a littlewith his head to check as his sister took stock of the newarrangement. 49 of 96
  50. 50. The Metamorphosis In the first two weeks his parents could not bringthemselves to visit him, and he often heard how they fullyacknowledged his sister’s present work; whereas, earlierthey had often got annoyed at his sister because she hadseemed to them a somewhat useless young woman.However, now both his father and his mother oftenwaited in front of Gregor’s door while his sister cleaned upinside, and as soon as she came out she had to explain indetail how things looked in the room, what Gregor hadeaten, how he had behaved this time, and whether perhapsa slight improvement was perceptible. In any event, hismother comparatively soon wanted to visit Gregor, but hisfather and his sister restrained her, at first with reasonswhich Gregor listened to very attentively and which hecompletely endorsed. Later, however, they had to holdher back forcefully, and when she then cried ‘Let me go toGregor. He’s my unlucky son! Don’t you understand thatI have to go to him?’ Gregor then thought that perhaps itwould be a good thing if his mother came in, not everyday, of course, but maybe once a week. She understoodeverything much better than his sister, who in spite of allher courage was still a child and, in the last analysis, hadperhaps undertaken such a difficult task only out ofchildish recklessness. 50 of 96
  51. 51. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. Gregor’s wish to see his mother was soon realized.While during the day Gregor, out of consideration for hisparents, did not want to show himself by the window, hecouldn’t crawl around very much on the few squaremetres of the floor. He found it difficult to bear lyingquietly during the night, and soon eating no longer gavehim the slightest pleasure. So for diversion he acquired thehabit of crawling back and forth across the walls andceiling. He was especially fond of hanging from theceiling. The experience was quite different from lying onthe floor. It was easier to breathe, a slight vibration wentthrough his body, and in the midst of the almost happyamusement which Gregor found up there, it could happenthat, to his own surprise, he let go and hit the floor.However, now he naturally controlled his body quitedifferently, and he did not injure himself in such a greatfall. His sister noticed immediately the new amusementwhich Gregor had found for himself (for as he creptaround he left behind here and there traces of his stickystuff), and so she got the idea of making Gregor’s creepingaround as easy as possible and thus of removing thefurniture which got in the way, especially the chest ofdrawers and the writing desk. 51 of 96
  52. 52. The Metamorphosis But she was in no position to do this by herself. She didnot dare to ask her father to help, and the servant girlwould certainly not have assisted her, for although thisgirl, about sixteen years old, had courageously remainedsince the dismissal of the previous cook, she had beggedfor the privilege of being allowed to stay permanentlyconfined to the kitchen and of having to open the dooronly in answer to a special summons. Thus, his sister hadno other choice but to involve his mother while his fatherwas absent. His mother approached Gregor’s room withcries of excited joy, but she fell silent at the door. Ofcourse, his sister first checked whether everything in theroom was in order. Only then did she let his mother walkin. In great haste Gregor had drawn the sheet down evenfurther and wrinkled it more. The whole thing reallylooked just like a coverlet thrown carelessly over thecouch. On this occasion, Gregor held back from spyingout from under the sheet. Thus, he refrained from lookingat his mother this time and was just happy that she hadcome. ‘Come on; he is not visible,’ said his sister, andevidently led his mother by the hand. Now Gregorlistened as these two weak women shifted the still heavyold chest of drawers from its position, and as his sisterconstantly took on herself the greatest part of the work, 52 of 96
  53. 53. The Metamorphosiswithout listening to the warnings of his mother who wasafraid that she would strain herself. The work lasted a longtime. After about a quarter of an hour had already gone byhis mother said that it would be better if they left the chestof drawers where it was, because, in the first place, it wastoo heavy: they would not be finished before his father’sarrival, and with the chest of drawers in the middle of theroom it would block all Gregor’s pathways, but, in thesecond place, it might not be certain that Gregor would bepleased with the removal of the furniture. To her thereverse seemed to be true; the sight of the empty wallspierced her right to the heart, and why should Gregor notfeel the same, since he had been accustomed to the roomfurnishings for a long time and in an empty room wouldthus feel himself abandoned. ‘And is it not the case,’ his mother concluded veryquietly, almost whispering as if she wished to preventGregor, whose exact location she really didn’t know, fromhearing even the sound of her voice (for she wasconvinced that he did not understand her words), ‘andisn’t it a fact that by removing the furniture we’re showingthat we’re giving up all hope of an improvement and areleaving him to his own resources without anyconsideration? I think it would be best if we tried to keep 53 of 96
  54. 54. The Metamorphosisthe room exactly in the condition in which it was before,so that, when Gregor returns to us, he finds everythingunchanged and can forget the intervening time all themore easily.’ As he heard his mother’s words Gregor realized that thelack of all immediate human contact, together with themonotonous life surrounded by the family over the courseof these two months must have confused hisunderstanding, because otherwise he couldn’t explain tohimself that he in all seriousness could’ve been so keen tohave his room emptied. Was he really eager to let thewarm room, comfortably furnished with pieces he hadinherited, be turned into a cavern in which he would, ofcourse, then be able to crawl about in all directionswithout disturbance, but at the same time with a quickand complete forgetting of his human past as well? Was hethen at this point already on the verge of forgetting andwas it only the voice of his mother, which he had notheard for along time, that had aroused him? Nothing wasto be removed; everything must remain. In his conditionhe couldn’t function without the beneficial influences ofhis furniture. And if the furniture prevented him fromcarrying out his senseless crawling about all over the place,then there was no harm in that, but rather a great benefit. 54 of 96
  55. 55. The Metamorphosis But his sister unfortunately thought otherwise. She hadgrown accustomed, certainly not without justification, sofar as the discussion of matters concerning Gregor wasconcerned, to act as an special expert with respect to theirparents, and so now the mother’s advice was for his sistersufficient reason to insist on the removal, not only of thechest of drawers and the writing desk, which were theonly items she had thought about at first, but also of all thefurniture, with the exception of the indispensable couch.Of course, it was not only childish defiance and her recentvery unexpected and hard won self-confidence which ledher to this demand. She had also actually observed thatGregor needed a great deal of room to creep about; thefurniture, on the other hand, as far as one could see, wasnot of the slightest use. But perhaps the enthusiastic sensibility of youngwomen of her age also played a role. This feeling soughtrelease at every opportunity, and with it Grete now felttempted to want to make Gregor’s situation even moreterrifying, so that then she would be able to do even morefor him than now. For surely no one except Grete wouldever trust themselves to enter a room in which Gregorruled the empty walls all by himself. And so she did not letherself be dissuaded from her decision by her mother, who 55 of 96
  56. 56. The Metamorphosisin this room seemed uncertain of herself in her sheeragitation and soon kept quiet, helping his sister with allher energy to get the chest of drawers out of the room.Now, Gregor could still do without the chest of drawers ifneed be, but the writing desk really had to stay. Andscarcely had the women left the room with the chest ofdrawers, groaning as they pushed it, when Gregor stuckhis head out from under the sofa to take a look how hecould intervene cautiously and with as much considerationas possible. But unfortunately it was his mother who cameback into the room first, while Grete had her armswrapped around the chest of drawers in the next roomand was rocking it back and forth by herself, withoutmoving it from its position. His mother was not used tothe sight of Gregor; he could have made her ill, and so,frightened, Gregor scurried backwards right to the otherend of the sofa, but he could no longer prevent the sheetfrom moving forward a little. That was enough to catchhis mother’s attention. She came to a halt, stood still for amoment, and then went back to Grete. Although Gregor kept repeating to himself over andover that really nothing unusual was going on, that only afew pieces of furniture were being rearranged, he soon hadto admit to himself that the movements of the women to 56 of 96
  57. 57. The Metamorphosisand fro, their quiet conversations, the scratching of thefurniture on the floor affected him like a great swollencommotion on all sides, and, so firmly was he pulling inhis head and legs and pressing his body into the floor, hehad to tell himself unequivocally that he wouldn’t be ableto endure all this much longer. They were cleaning out hisroom, taking away from him everything he cherished;they had already dragged out the chest of drawers inwhich the fret saw and other tools were kept, and theywere now loosening the writing desk which was fixedtight to the floor, the desk on which he, as a businessstudent, a school student, indeed even as an elementaryschool student, had written out his assignments. At thatmoment he really didn’t have any more time to check thegood intentions of the two women, whose existence hehad in any case almost forgotten, because in theirexhaustion they were working really silently, and theheavy stumbling of their feet was the only sound to beheard. And so he scuttled out (the women were just proppingthemselves up on the writing desk in the next room inorder to take a breather) changing the direction of his pathfour times. He really didn’t know what he should rescuefirst. Then he saw hanging conspicuously on the wall, 57 of 96
  58. 58. The Metamorphosiswhich was otherwise already empty, the picture of thewoman dressed in nothing but fur. He quickly scurried upover it and pressed himself against the glass that held it inplace and which made his hot abdomen feel good. At leastthis picture, which Gregor at the moment completelyconcealed, surely no one would now take away. Hetwisted his head towards the door of the living room toobserve the women as they came back in. They had not allowed themselves very much rest andwere coming back right away. Grete had placed her armaround her mother and held her tightly. ‘So what shall wetake now?’ said Grete and looked around her. Then herglance crossed with Gregor’s from the wall. She kept hercomposure only because her mother was there. She benther face towards her mother in order to prevent her fromlooking around, and said, although in a trembling voiceand too quickly, ‘Come, wouldn’t it be better to go backto the living room for just another moment?’ Grete’spurpose was clear to Gregor: she wanted to bring hismother to a safe place and then chase him down from thewall. Well, let her just attempt that! He squatted on hispicture and did not hand it over. He would sooner springinto Grete’s face. 58 of 96
  59. 59. The Metamorphosis But Grete’s words had immediately made the mothervery uneasy. She walked to the side, caught sight of theenormous brown splotch on the flowered wallpaper, and,before she became truly aware that what she was lookingat was Gregor, screamed out in a high pitched raw voice‘Oh God, oh God’ and fell with outstretched arms, as ifshe was surrendering everything, down onto the couchand lay there motionless. ‘Gregor, you…,’ cried out hissister with a raised fist and an urgent glare. Since histransformation those were the first words which she haddirected right at him. She ran into the room next door tobring some spirits or other with which she could reviveher mother from her fainting spell. Gregor wanted to helpas well (there was time enough to save the picture), but hewas stuck fast on the glass and had to tear himself looseforcefully. Then he also scurried into the next room, as ifhe could give his sister some advice, as in earlier times, butthen he had to stand there idly behind her, while sherummaged about among various small bottles. Still, shewas frightened when she turned around. A bottle fell ontothe floor and shattered. A splinter of glass woundedGregor in the face, some corrosive medicine or otherdripped over him. Now, without lingering any longer,Grete took as many small bottles as she could hold and ran 59 of 96
  60. 60. The Metamorphosiswith them into her mother. She slammed the door shutwith her foot. Gregor was now shut off from his mother,who was perhaps near death, thanks to him. He could notopen the door, and he did not want to chase away hissister who had to remain with her mother. At this point hehad nothing to do but wait, and overwhelmed with self-reproach and worry, he began to creep and crawl overeverything: walls, furniture, and ceiling,. Finally, in hisdespair, as the entire room started to spin around him, hefell onto the middle of the large table. A short time elapsed. Gregor lay there limply. Allaround was still. Perhaps that was a good sign. Then therewas ring at the door. The servant girl was naturally shut upin her kitchen, and Grete must therefore go to open thedoor. The father had arrived. ‘What’s happened,’ were hisfirst words. Grete’s appearance had told him everything.Grete replied with a dull voice; evidently she was pressingher face into her father’s chest: ‘Mother fainted, but she’sgetting better now. Gregor has broken loose.’ ‘Yes, I haveexpected that,’ said his father, ‘I always told you that, butyou women don’t want to listen.’ It was clear to Gregor that his father had badlymisunderstood Grete’s short message and was assumingthat Gregor had committed some violent crime or other. 60 of 96
  61. 61. The MetamorphosisThus, Gregor now had to find his father to calm himdown, for he had neither the time nor the opportunity toclarify things for him. And so he rushed away to the doorof his room and pushed himself against it, so that his fathercould see right away as he entered from the hall thatGregor fully intended to return at once to his room, that itwas not necessary to drive him back, but that one onlyneeded to open the door and he would disappearimmediately. But his father was not in the mood to observe suchniceties. ‘Ah,’ he yelled as soon as he entered, with a toneas if he were all at once angry and pleased. Gregor pulledhis head back from the door and raised it in the directionof his father. He had not really pictured his father as henow stood there. Of course, what with his new style ofcreeping all around, he had in the past while neglected topay attention to what was going on in the rest of theapartment, as he had done before, and really should havegrasped the fact that he would encounter differentconditions. Nevertheless, nevertheless, was that still hisfather? Was that the same man who had lain exhaustedand buried in bed in earlier days when Gregor was settingout on a business trip, who had received him on theevenings of his return in a sleeping gown and arm chair, 61 of 96
  62. 62. The Metamorphosistotally incapable of standing up, who had only lifted hisarm as a sign of happiness, and who in their rare strollstogether a few Sundays a year and on the importantholidays made his way slowly forwards between Gregorand his mother (who themselves moved slowly), always abit more slowly than them, bundled up in his old coat, allthe time setting down his walking stick carefully, andwho, when he had wanted to say something, almostalways stood still and gathered his entourage around him? But now he was standing up really straight, dressed in atight fitting blue uniform with gold buttons, like the onesservants wear in a banking company. Above the high stiffcollar of his jacket his firm double chin stuck outprominently, beneath his bushy eyebrows the glance of hisblack eyes was freshly penetrating and alert, his otherwisedisheveled white hair was combed down into a carefullyexact shining part. He threw his cap, on which a goldmonogram (apparently the symbol of the bank) wasaffixed, in an arc across the entire room onto the sofa andmoved, throwing back the edge of the long coat of hisuniform, with his hands in his trouser pockets and a grimface, right up to Gregor. He really didn’t know what he had in mind, but heraised his foot uncommonly high anyway, and Gregor was 62 of 96
  63. 63. eBook brought to you byThe Metamorphosis Create, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version.astonished at the gigantic size of his sole of his boot.However, he did not linger on that point. For he knewfrom the first day of his new life that as far as he wasconcerned his father considered the greatest force the onlyappropriate response. And so he scurried away from hisfather, stopped when his father remained standing, andscampered forward again when his father merely stirred. Inthis way they made their way around the room repeatedly,without anything decisive taking place; indeed because ofthe slow pace it didn’t look like a chase. Gregor remainedon the floor for the time being, especially as he was afraidthat his father could take a flight up onto the wall or theceiling as an act of real malice. At any event Gregor had totell himself that he couldn’t keep up this running aroundfor a long time, because whenever his father took a singlestep, he had to go through an enormous number ofmovements. Already he was starting to suffer from ashortage of breath, just as in his earlier days his lungs hadbeen quite unreliable. As he now staggered around in thisway in order to gather all his energies for running, hardlykeeping his eyes open, in his listlessness he had no notionat all of any escape other than by running and had almostalready forgotten that the walls were available to him,although they were obstructed by carefully carved 63 of 96
  64. 64. The Metamorphosisfurniture full of sharp points and spikes—at that momentsomething or other thrown casually flew down close byand rolled in front of him. It was an apple; immediately asecond one flew after it. Gregor stood still in fright.Further flight was useless, for his father had decided tobombard him. From the fruit bowl on the sideboard his father hadfilled his pockets, and now, without for the momenttaking accurate aim, was throwing apple after apple. Thesesmall red apples rolled as if electrified around on the floorand collided with each other. A weakly thrown applegrazed Gregor’s back but skidded off harmlessly. Howeveranother thrown immediately after that one drove intoGregor’s back really hard. Gregor wanted to drag himselfoff, as if the unexpected and incredible pain would goaway if he changed his position. But he felt as if he wasnailed in place and lay stretched out completely confusedin all his senses. Only with his final glance did he noticehow the door of his room was pulled open and how, rightin front of his sister (who was yelling), his mother ran outin her undergarments, for his sister had undressed her inorder to give her some freedom to breathe in her faintingspell, and how his mother then ran up to his father, on theway her tied up skirts one after the other slipped toward 64 of 96
  65. 65. The Metamorphosisthe floor, and how, tripping over her skirts, she hurledherself onto his father and, throwing her arms around him,in complete union with him—but at this momentGregor’s powers of sight gave way—as her hands reachedto the back of his father’s head and she begged him tospare Gregor’s life. 65 of 96
  66. 66. The Metamorphosis III Gregor’s serious wound, from which he suffered forover a month (since no one ventured to remove the apple,it remained in his flesh as a visible reminder), seemed byitself to have reminded the father that, in spite of hispresent unhappy and hateful appearance, Gregor was amember of the family, something one should not treat asan enemy, and that it was, on the contrary, a requirementof family duty to suppress one’s aversion and to endure—nothing else, just endure. And if through his woundGregor had now apparently lost for good his ability tomove and for the time being needed many many minutesto crawl across this room, like an aged invalid (so far ascreeping up high was concerned, that was unimaginable),nevertheless for this worsening of his condition, in hisopinion, he did get completely satisfactory compensation,because every day towards evening the door to the livingroom, which he was in the habit of keeping a sharp eye oneven one or two hours beforehand, was opened, so thathe, lying down in the darkness of his room, invisible fromthe living room, could see the entire family at theilluminated table and listen to their conversation, to a 66 of 96
  67. 67. The Metamorphosiscertain extent with their common permission, a situationquite different from what happened before. Of course, it was no longer the animated socialinteraction of former times, about which Gregor in smallhotel rooms had always thought about with a certainlonging, when, tired out, he had to throw himself in thedamp bedclothes. For the most part what went on nowwas very quiet. After the evening meal the father fellasleep quickly in his arm chair; the mother and sistertalked guardedly to each other in the stillness. Bent farover, the mother sewed fine undergarments for a fashionshop. The sister, who had taken on a job as a salesgirl, inthe evening studied stenography and French, so as perhapslater to obtain a better position. Sometimes the fatherwoke up and, as if he was quite ignorant that he had beenasleep, said to the mother ‘How long you have beensewing today!’ and went right back to sleep, while themother and the sister smiled tiredly to each other. With a sort of stubbornness the father refused to takeoff his servant’s uniform even at home, and while hissleeping gown hung unused on the coat hook, the fatherdozed completely dressed in his place, as if he was alwaysready for his responsibility and even here was waiting forthe voice of his superior. As result, in spite of all the care 67 of 96
  68. 68. The Metamorphosisof the mother and sister, his uniform, which even at thestart was not new, grew dirty, and Gregor looked, oftenfor the entire evening, at this clothing, with stains all overit and with its gold buttons always polished, in which theold man, although very uncomfortable, slept peacefullynonetheless. As soon as the clock struck ten, the mother triedencouraging the father gently to wake up and thenpersuading him to go to bed, on the ground that hecouldn’t get a proper sleep here and the father, who had toreport for service at six o’clock, really needed a goodsleep. But in his stubbornness, which had gripped himsince he had become a servant, he insisted always onstaying even longer by the table, although he regularly fellasleep and then could only be prevailed upon with thegreatest difficulty to trade his chair for the bed. No matterhow much the mother and sister might at that point workon him with small admonitions, for a quarter of an hourhe would remain shaking his head slowly, his eyes closed,without standing up. The mother would pull him by thesleeve and speak flattering words into his ear; the sisterwould leave her work to help her mother, but that wouldnot have the desired effect on the father. He would settlehimself even more deeply in his arm chair. Only when the 68 of 96
  69. 69. The Metamorphosistwo women grabbed him under the armpits would hethrow his eyes open, look back and forth at the motherand sister, and habitually say ‘This is a life. This is thepeace and quiet of my old age.’ And propped up by bothwomen, he would heave himself up, elaborately, as if forhim it was the greatest travail, allow himself to be led tothe door by the women, wave them away there, andproceed on his own from there, while the mother quicklythrew down her sewing implements and the sister her penin order to run after the father and help him some more. In this overworked and exhausted family who had timeto worry any longer about Gregor more than wasabsolutely necessary? The household was constantlygetting smaller. The servant girl was now let go. A hugebony cleaning woman with white hair flapping all overher head came in the morning and the evening to do theheaviest work. The mother took care of everything else inaddition to her considerable sewing work. It evenhappened that various pieces of family jewelry, whichpreviously the mother and sister had been overjoyed towear on social and festive occasions, were sold, as Gregorfound out in the evening from the general discussion ofthe prices they had fetched. But the greatest complaint wasalways that they could not leave this apartment, which was 69 of 96
  70. 70. The Metamorphosistoo big for their present means, since it was impossible toimagine how Gregor might be moved. But Gregor fullyrecognized that it was not just consideration for himwhich was preventing a move (for he could have beentransported easily in a suitable box with a few air holes);the main thing holding the family back from a change inliving quarters was far more their complete hopelessnessand the idea that they had been struck by a misfortune likeno one else in their entire circle of relatives andacquaintances. What the world demands of poor people they nowcarried out to an extreme degree. The father boughtbreakfast to the petty officials at the bank, the mothersacrificed herself for the undergarments of strangers, thesister behind her desk was at the beck and call ofcustomers, but the family’s energies did not extend anyfurther. And the wound in his back began to pain Gregorall over again, when now mother and sister, after they hadescorted the father to bed, came back, let their work lie,moved close together, and sat cheek to cheek and whenhis mother would now say, pointing to Gregor’s room,‘Close the door, Grete,’ and when Gregor was again in thedarkness, while close by the women mingled their tears or,quite dry eyed, stared at the table. 70 of 96
  71. 71. The Metamorphosis Gregor spent his nights and days with hardly any sleep.Sometimes he thought that the next time the door openedhe would take over the family arrangements just as he hadearlier. In his imagination appeared again, after a longtime, his employer and supervisor and the apprentices, theexcessively gormless custodian, two or three friends fromother businesses, a chambermaid from a hotel in theprovinces, a loving fleeting memory, a female cashier froma hat shop, whom he had seriously, but too slowlycourted—they all appeared mixed in with strangers orpeople he had already forgotten, but instead of helpinghim and his family, they were all unapproachable, and hewas happy to see them disappear. But then he was in no mood to worry about his family.He was filled with sheer anger over the wretched care hewas getting, even though he couldn’t imagine anything forwhich he might have an appetite. Still, he made plansabout how he could take from the larder what he at allaccount deserved, even if he wasn’t hungry. Withoutthinking any more about how one might be able to giveGregor special pleasure, the sister now kicked some foodor other very quickly into his room in the morning and atnoon, before she ran off to her shop, and in the evening,quite indifferent about whether the food had perhaps only 71 of 96
  72. 72. The Metamorphosisbeen tasted or, what happened most frequently, remainedentirely undisturbed, she whisked it out with one sweep ofher broom. The task of cleaning his room, which she nowalways carried out in the evening, could not be done anymore quickly. Streaks of dirt ran along the walls; here andthere lay tangles of dust and garbage. At first, when hissister arrived, Gregor positioned himself in a particularlyfilthy corner in order with this posture to make somethingof a protest. But he could have well stayed there for weekswithout his sister’s changing her ways. Indeed, sheperceived the dirt as much as he did, but she had decidedjust to let it stay. In this business, with a touchiness which was quite newto her and which had generally taken over the entirefamily, she kept watch to see that the cleaning of Gregor’sroom remained reserved for her. Once his mother hadundertaken a major cleaning of Gregor’s room, which shehad only completed successfully after using a few bucketsof water. But the extensive dampness made Gregor sickand he lay supine, embittered and immobile on the couch.However, the mother’s punishment was not delayed forlong. For in the evening the sister had hardly observed thechange in Gregor’s room before she ran into the livingroom mightily offended and, in spite of her mother’s hand 72 of 96
  73. 73. The Metamorphosislifted high in entreaty, broke out in a fit of crying. Herparents (the father had, of course, woken up with a start inhis arm chair) at first looked at her astonished and helpless;until they started to get agitated. Turning to his right, thefather heaped reproaches on the mother that she was notto take over the cleaning of Gregor’s room from the sisterand, turning to his left, he shouted at the sister that shewould no longer be allowed to clean Gregor’s room everagain, while the mother tried to pull the father, besidehimself in his excitement, into the bed room; the sister,shaken by her crying fit, pounded on the table with hertiny fists, and Gregor hissed at all this, angry that no onethought about shutting the door and sparing him the sightof this commotion. But even when the sister, exhausted from her dailywork, had grown tired of caring for Gregor as she hadbefore, even then the mother did not have to come at allon her behalf. And Gregor did not have to be neglected.For now the cleaning woman was there. This old widow,who in her long life must have managed to survive theworst with the help of her bony frame, had no real horrorof Gregor. Without being in the least curious, she hadonce by chance opened Gregor’s door. At the sight ofGregor, who, totally surprised, began to scamper here and 73 of 96

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