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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 traveling 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.";