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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed
+ into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could
+ see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was
+ hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin
+ compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened
+ to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small,
+ lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on
+ the table -
Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently
+ cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out
+ with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her
+ lower arm towards the viewer.
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
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