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“What’s happened to me” he thought. It was no
dream. His room, a regular human room, only a little
on the small side, lay quiet between the four familiar
walls. Over the table, on which an unpacked line of
fabric samples was all spread out — Samsa was a
traveling salesman — hung the picture which he had
recently cut out of a glossy magazine and lodged in a
pretty gilt frame. It showed a lady done up in a fur hat
and a fur boa, sitting upright and raising up against the
viewer a heavy fur muff in which her whole forearm
had disappeared.
Gregor’s eyes then turned to the window, and the
overcast weather
…
(Corngold, 1986)
4. When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from
troubled dreams he found himself transformed in his
bed into a monstrous insect. He was lying on his hard
shell-like back and by lifting his head a little he could
see his curved brown belly, divided by stiff arching
ribs, on top of which the bed-quilt was precariously
poised and seemed about to slide off completely. His
numerous legs, which were pathetically thin compared
to the rest of his bulk, danced helplessly before his
eyes.
“What has happened to me’ he thought. It was no
dream. His room, an ordinary human room, if
somewhat too small, lay peacefully between the four
familiar walls. Above the table, on which an
assortment of cloth samples had been unpacked and
spread out — Samsa was a commercial traveller —
there hung the picture which he had recently cut out of
a glossy magazine and put in a pretty gilt frame. It
represented a lady complete with fur hat and fur stole,
who was sitting upright and extending to view a thick
fur muff into which the whole of her forearm had
vanished.
Gregor’s eyes turned next to the window, and the
dull weather …
(Pasley 1992)
5. As Gregor Samsa awoke from unsettling dreams
one morning, he found himself transformed in his bed
into a monstrous vermin. He lay on his hard armorlike
back and when he raised his head a little he saw his
vaulted brown belly divided into sections by stiff
arches from whose height the coverlet had already
slipped and was about to slide off completely. His
many legs, which were pathetically thin compared to
the rest of his bulk, flickered helplessly before his
eyes.
“What has happened to me” he thought. It was
no dream. His room, a regular human bedroom, if a
little small, lay quiet between the four familiar walls.
Above the desk, on which a collection of fabric
samples was unpacked and spread out — Samsa was a
traveling salesman — hung the picture that he had
recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put in a
pretty gilt frame. It showed a lady, sitting upright,
dressed in a fur hat and fur boa; her entire forearm had
vanished into a thick fur muff which she held out to
the viewer.
Gregor’s gaze then shifted to the window, and the
dreary weather
…
(Freed 1996)
6. As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from a
troubled dream, he found himself changed in his bed
to some monstrous kind of vermin. He lay on his
back, which was as hard as armourplate, and, raising
his head a little, he could see the arch of his great
brown belly, divided by bowed corrugations. The bedcover
was slipping helplessly off the summit of the
curve, and Gregor’s legs, pitiably thin compared with
their former size, fluttered helplessly before his eyes.
“What has happened” he thought. It was no
dream. His room, a real man’s room — though rather
small — lay quiet within its four familiar walls. Over
the table, where a collection of cloth samples was
scattered — Samsa was a commercial traveller —
hung the picture that he had recently cut from an
illustrated paper and had put in a pretty gilded frame.
This picture showed a lady sitting very upright, with a
small fur hat and a fur boa; she offered to the gaze a
heavy muff, into which her arm was thrust up to the
elbow.
Gregor looked towards the window; … the foggy
weather made him sad.
(A.L. Lloyd 1937)
7. When Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams
one morning, he found that he had been transformed
in his bed into an enormous bug. He lay on his back,
which was hard as armor, and, when he lifted his head
a little, he saw his belly — rounded, brown,
partitioned by archlike ridges — on top of which the
blanket, ready to slip off altogether, was just barely
perched. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in
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