The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
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ceived him on the evenings of his return in a sleeping gown<br />
and arm chair, totally incapable of standing up, who had<br />
only lifted his arm as a sign of happiness, and who in their<br />
rare strolls together a few Sundays a year and on the important<br />
holidays made his way slowly forwards between Gregor<br />
and his mother (who themselves moved slowly), always a<br />
bit more slowly than them, bundled up in his old coat, all<br />
the time setting down his walking stick carefully, and who,<br />
when he had wanted to say something, almost always stood<br />
still and gathered his entourage around him?<br />
But now he was standing up really straight, dressed in a<br />
tight fitting blue uniform with gold buttons, like the ones<br />
servants wear in a banking company. Above the high stiff<br />
collar of his jacket his firm double chin stuck out prominently,<br />
beneath his bushy eyebrows the glance of his black<br />
eyes was freshly penetrating and alert, his otherwise disheveled<br />
white hair was combed down into a carefully exact<br />
shining part. He threw his cap, on which a gold monogram<br />
(apparently the symbol of the bank) was affixed, in an arc<br />
across the entire room onto the sofa and moved, throwing<br />
back the edge of the long coat of his uniform, with his hands<br />
in his trouser pockets and a grim face, right up to Gregor.<br />
He really didn’t know what he had in mind, but he raised<br />
his foot uncommonly high anyway, and Gregor was astonished<br />
at the gigantic size of his sole of his boot. However,<br />
he did not linger on that point. For he knew from the first<br />
day of his new life that as far as he was concerned his father<br />
considered the greatest force the only appropriate response.<br />
And so he scurried away from his father, stopped when his<br />
father remained standing, and scampered forward again<br />
when his father merely stirred. In this way they made their<br />
way around the room repeatedly, without anything decisive<br />
taking place; indeed because of the slow pace it didn’t look<br />
like a chase. Gregor remained on the floor for the time being,<br />
especially as he was afraid that his father could take a<br />
flight up onto the wall or the ceiling as an act of real malice.<br />
At any event Gregor had to tell himself that he couldn’t<br />
keep up this running around for a long time, because whenever<br />
his father took a single step, he had to go through an<br />
enormous number of movements. Already he was starting<br />
to suffer from a shortage of breath, just as in his earlier days<br />
his lungs had been quite unreliable. As he now staggered<br />
around in this way in order to gather all his energies for<br />
running, hardly keeping his eyes open, in his listlessness he<br />
had no notion at all of any escape other than by running and<br />
had almost already forgotten that the walls were available<br />
to him, although they were obstructed by carefully carved<br />
furniture full of sharp points and spikes—at that moment<br />
something or other thrown casually flew down close by and<br />
rolled in front of him. It was an apple; immediately a second<br />
one flew after it. Gregor stood still in fright. Further flight<br />
was useless, for his father had decided to bombard him.<br />
From the fruit bowl on the sideboard his father had filled<br />
his pockets, and now, without for the moment taking accurate<br />
aim, was throwing apple after apple. <strong>The</strong>se small<br />
red apples rolled as if electrified around on the floor and<br />
collided with each other. A weakly thrown apple grazed<br />
Gregor’s back but skidded off harmlessly. However anoth-<br />
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