Franz Kafka's "Metamorphosis" is brilliantly daring storytelling. The main character may indeed be a "monstrous vermin" right from the start, but as the story progresses and his struggle is described in detail, it is difficult not to take pity on him (etext found
The boss would certainly come with the doctor from the health insurance company and would
reproach his parents for their lazy son and cut short all objections with the insurance doctor's comments; for him everyone was completely healthy but really lazy about work.
a condition of urgency making it necessary to hurry
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 the bed.
make false by mutilation or addition; as of a message or story
It was clearly and unmistakably his earlier voice, but in it was intermingled, as if from below, an irrepressibly painful squeaking which left the words positively distinct only in the first moment and
distorted them in the reverberation, so that one didn't know if one had heard correctly.
They would have only had to push their arms under his arched back to get him out of the bed, to bend down with their load, and then merely to exercise patience and care that he completed the flip onto the floor, where his
diminutive legs would then, he hoped, acquire a purpose.
a sensory system located in structures of the inner ear that registers the orientation of the head
He had already got to the point where, with a stronger rocking, he maintained his
equilibrium with difficulty, and very soon he would finally have to decide, for in five minutes it would be a quarter past seven.
In order to get as clear a voice as possible for the critical conversation which was
imminent, he coughed a little, and certainly took the trouble to do this in a really subdued way, since it was possible that even this noise sounded like something different from a human cough.
Gregor pushed himself slowly towards the door, with the help of the easy chair, let go of it there, threw himself against the door, held himself upright against it (the balls of his tiny limbs had a little sticky stuff on them), and rested there momentarily from his
But to make up for that his jaws were naturally very strong; with their help he managed to get the key really moving, and he did not notice that he was obviously
inflicting some damage on himself, for a brown fluid came out of his mouth, flowed over the key, and dripped onto the floor.
His mother (in spite of the presence of the manager she was standing here with her hair sticking up on end, still a mess from the night) with her hands clasped was looking at his father; she then went two steps towards Gregor and
collapsed right in the middle of her skirts spreading out all around her, her face sunk on her breast, completely concealed.
But at the very moment when he lay on the floor rocking in a restrained manner quite close and directly across from his mother (
apparently totally sunk into herself) she suddenly sprang right up with her arms spread far apart and her fingers extended and cried out, "Help, for God's sake, help!"
Now, unfortunately this flight of the manager also seemed completely to
bewilder his father, who earlier had been relatively calm, for instead of running after the manager himself or at least not hindering Gregor from his pursuit, with his right hand he grabbed hold of the manager's cane, which he had left behind with his hat and overcoat on a chair.