19 8 / 2011
“He was lying on his back as hard as armor plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes.”
The metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
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I started this brilliant short story by Kafka at about midnight and just finished two hours later. I want to read it...
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