 Chapter 1 of the Metamorphosis This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by David Derrida. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Translated by Ian Johnson. Chapter 1 One morning, his Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams. He discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous, verminous bug. He lay on his armor-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid, bow-like sections. From this height, the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes. What's happened to me? He thought. It was no dream. His room, a proper room for a human being, only somewhat too small, lay quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which an unpacked collection of sample cloth goods was spread out, Samsa was a traveling salesman, hung the picture which he had cut out of an illustrated magazine a little while ago and sat in a pretty guilt frame. It was a picture of a woman with a fur hat and a fur boa. She sat erect there, lifting up in the direction of the viewer a solid fur muff into which her entire forearm disappeared. Gregor's glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather, the raindrops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge, made him quite melancholy. Why don't I keep sleeping for a little while longer and forget all this foolishness? He thought. But this was entirely impractical, for he was used to sleeping on his right side and in his present state he couldn't get himself into this position. No matter how hard he threw himself onto his right side, he always rolled again onto his back. He must have tried it a hundred times, closing his eyes so that he would not have to see the wriggling legs and gave up only when he began to feel a light dull pain in his side, which he had never felt before. Oh God, he thought. What a demanding job I've chosen. Day in, day out on the road, stresses of traitor, much greater than the work went on at head office and in addition to that I have to deal with the problems of travelling, the worries about train connections, regular bad food, temporary, and constantly changing human relationships, which never come from the heart. To hell with it all. He felt a slight itching on the top of his abdomen. He slowly pushed himself on his back closer to the bed post so that he could lift his head more easily, found the itchy part which was entirely covered with small white spots. He did not know what to make of them and wanted to feel the place with a leg. But he retracted it immediately, for the contact felt like a cold shower all over him. He slid back again into his earlier position. This getting up early, he thought, makes a man quite idiotic. A man must have his sleep. Other travelling salesmen live like harem women. For instance, when I come back to the inn during the course of the morning to write up necessary orders, these gentlemen are just sitting down to breakfast. If I were to try that with my boss, I'd be thrown out on the spot. Still, who knows whether that might be really good for me. If I hadn't hold back for my parents' sake, I would have quit ages ago. I would have gone to the boss and told him just what I think from the bottom of my heart. He would have fallen right off his desk. How weird is it to sit up at the desk and talk down to the employee from way up there? The boss has trouble hearing, so the employee has to step up quite close to him. Anyway, I haven't completely given up hope yet. Once I've got together the money to pay off the parents' debt to him, that should take another five or six years. I'll do it for sure. Then I'll make the big break. In any case, right now I have to get up. My train leaves at five o'clock. And he looked over at the alarm clock taking away by the chest of drawers. Good God, he thought. It was half past six and the hands were going quietly on. It was past the half hour already, nearly quarter two. Could the alarm have failed to ring? One saw from the bed that it was properly set for four o'clock. Certainly it had rung. Yes, but it wasn't possible to sleep through this noise that made the furniture shake. Now, it's true he'd not slept quietly, but evidently he'd slept all the more deeply. Still, what should he do now? An X train left at seven o'clock. To catch that one he would have to go in a mad rush. The sample collection wasn't packed up yet, and he really didn't feel particularly fresh and active. And even if he caught the train, there was no avoiding a blow-up with the boss. Because the firm's errand boy would have waited for the five o'clock train and reported the news of his absence long ago. He was the boss's minion without backbone or intelligence. Well then, what if he reported in sick? But that would be extremely embarrassing and suspicious because during his five-year service Gregor hadn't been sick even once. The boss would certainly come with the doctor from the health insurance company and would reproach his parents for their lazy son and cut short all objections with the insurance doctor's comments. For them, everyone was completely healthy but really lazy about work. And besides, would the doctor in this case be totally wrong? Apart from a really excessive drowsiness after the long sleep, Gregor in fact felt quite well and even had a really strong appetite. As he was thinking all this over in the greatest haste, without being able to make the decision to get out of bed, the alarm clock was indicating exactly quartered seven. A cautious knock on the door by the head of the bed. Gregor, a voice called, it was his mother. It's quartered seven. Do you want to be on your way? The soft voice. Gregor was startled when he heard his voice answering. It was clearly and unmistakably his earlier voice, but in it was intermingled as if from below an irrepressibly painful squeaking which left the words positively distinct only in the first moment and distorted them in the reverberation so that one didn't know if one had heard correctly. Gregor wanted to answer in detail and explain everything, but in these circumstances he confined himself to saying, Yes, thank you mother. I'm getting up right away. Because of the wooden door, the change of Gregor's voice was not really noticeable outside so his mother calmed down with this explanation and shuffled off. However, as a result of the short conversation, the other family members became aware of the fact that Gregor was unexpectedly still at home and already his father was knocking on one side door, weakly but with his fist. Gregor, Gregor, he called out. What's going on? And after a short while he urged him on again in a deeper voice. Gregor, Gregor! At the other side of the door, however, his sister knocked lightly. Gregor, are you all right? Do you need anything? Gregor directed answers in both directions. I'll be ready right away. He made an effort with the most careful articulation and by inserting long pauses between the individual words to remove everything remarkable from his voice. His father turned back to his breakfast. However, the sister whispered, Gregor, open the door, beg you. Gregor had no intention of opening the door, but congratulated himself on his precaution, acquired from traveling, of locking all doors during the night, even at home. First he wanted to stand up quietly and undisturbed, get dressed, and above all have breakfast, and only then consider further action. For he noticed this clearly by thinking things over in bed he would not reach a reasonable conclusion. He remembered that he had already often felt like pain or other in bed, perhaps the result of an awkward lying position which later turned out to be purely imaginary when he stood up, and he was eager to see how his present fantasies would gradually dissipate. That the change in his voice was nothing other than on set of a real chill, an occupational illness of commercial travelers, of that he had not the slightest doubt. It was very easy to throw aside the blanket. He needed only to push himself up a little, and it fell by itself. But to continue was difficult, particularly because he was so unusually wide. He needed arms and hands to push himself upright. Instead of these, however, he had only many small limbs moving with very different motions, and which in addition he was unable to control. If he wanted to bend one of them, then it was the first to extend itself, and if he finally succeeded doing with this the limb what he wanted, in the meantime all the others, as if left free, moved around in excessively painful agitation. But I must not stay in bed uselessly, said Gregor to himself. At first he wanted to get off the bed with the lower part of his body. But this lower part, which he incidentally had not yet looked at and, which he had also couldn't picture clearly, proved itself too difficult to move. The attempt went so slowly. When having become almost frantic, he finally hurled himself forward with all his force, and without thinking he chose his direction incorrectly, and he hit the lower bed post-hard. The violent pain he felt revealed to him that the lower part of his body was, at the moment, probably the most sensitive. Thus he tried to get his upper body out of the bed first and turned his head carefully toward the edge of the bed. He managed to do this easily, and, in spite of its width and weight, his body mass at last slowly followed the turning of his head. But, as he finally raised his head outside the bed in the open air, he became anxious about moving forward any further in this matter. For, if he allowed himself eventually to fall by this process, it would take a miracle to prevent his head from getting injured. And at all costs he must not lose consciousness right now. He preferred to remain in bed. However, after a similar effort, he lay there again, sighing as before, and, once again, saw his limbs fighting one another. If anything worse than before, and didn't see any chance of imposing quiet and order on this arbitrary movement, he told himself again that he couldn't possibly remain in bed, and that it might be the most reasonable thing to sacrifice everything, if there was even the slightest hope of getting himself out of the bed in the process. At the moment, however, he didn't forget to remind himself from time to time of the fact that calm, indeed the calmest reflection, might be better than the most confused decisions. At such moments, he directed his gaze as precisely as he could toward the window, but, unfortunately, there was little confident cheer to be had from a glance at the morning mist, which concealed even the other side of the narrow street. It's already seven o'clock, he told himself the latest striking of the alarm clock. Already seven o'clock, and still such a fog. And for a little while longer, he lay quietly with weak breathing as if perhaps waiting for normal and natural conditions to emerge out of the complete stillness. But then, he said to himself, before it strikes a quarter past seven, whatever happens, I must be completely out of bed. Besides, by then, someone from the office will arrive to inquire about me, because the office will open before seven o'clock. And he made an effort then to rock his entire body length out of the bed with a uniform motion. If he let himself fall out of the bed in this way, his head, which, in the course of the fall he intended to lift up sharply, would probably remain uninjured. His back seemed to be hard. Nothing would really happen to that as a result of the fall. His greatest reservation was of worry about the loud noise which the fall must create, and which would presumably arouse, if not fright, then at least concern on the other side of all the doors. However, it had to be tried. As Gregor was in the process of lifting himself half out of bed, the new method was more of a game than an effort. He needed only to rock with a constant rhythm. It struck him how easy all this would be if someone were to come to his aid. Two strong people, he thought of his father and the servant girl, would have been quite sufficient. They would have only had to push their arms under his arched back to get him out of the bed, to bend down with their load and then merely to exercise patience and care, had he completed the flip onto the floor where his diminutive legs would then, he hoped, acquire purpose. Now, quite apart from the fact that the doors were locked, should he really call out for help? In spite of all his distress, he was unable to suppress a smile at this idea. He had already got to the point where, with a stronger rocking, he maintained his equilibrium with difficulty, and very soon he would finally have to decide for in five minutes it would be a quarter past seven. Then, there was a ring at the door of the apartment. That's someone from the office, he told himself, and he almost froze while the small limbs only danced around all the faster. For one moment, everything remained still. They aren't opening, Gregor said to himself, caught up in some absurd hope. But, of course, then, as usual, the servant girl with her firm tread went to the door and opened it. Gregor needed to hear only the visitor's first word of greeting to recognize immediately who it was, the manager himself. Why was Gregor the only one condemned to work in a firm where, at the slightest lapse, someone immediately attracted the greatest suspicion? Were all the employees then, collectively, one in all, scoundrels? Was there, then, among them no truly devoted person who, if he failed to use just a couple hours in the morning for office work, would become abnormal from pangs of conscious and really be in no state to get out of bed? Was it breathing not enough to let an apprentice make inquiries if such questioning was even necessary? Must the manager himself come, and in the process must it be demonstrated to the entire innocent family that the investigation of this suspicious circumstance could only be entrusted to the intelligence of the manager? And, more as a consequence of the excited state in which this idea put Gregor than as a result of an actual decision, with all his might out of the bed. It was a loud thud, but not a real crash. The fall was absorbed somewhat by the carpet, and in addition, his back was more elastic than Gregor had thought. For that reason, the dull noise was not quite so conspicuous, but he had not held his head up with sufficient care, and he had hit it. He turned his head, irritated, and in pain, and rubbed it on the carpet. Something has fallen in there, said the manager in the next room on the left. Gregor tried to imagine himself, whether anything similar to what was happening to him today, could have also happened at some point to the manager. At least one had to concede the possibility of such a thing. However, as if to give a rough answer to this question, the manager now took a few determined steps in the next room with a squeak of his polished boots. From the neighboring room on the right, the sister was whispering to inform Gregor. Gregor the manager is here. I know, said Gregor to himself, but he did not dare make his voice loud enough so that his sister could hear. Gregor, his father now said from the neighboring room on the left, Mr. Manager has come and is asking why you have not left on the early train. We did not know what we should tell him. Besides, he also wants to speak to you personally, so please, open the door. He will be good enough to forgive the mess in your room. In the middle of all this, the manager called out in a friendly way. Good morning, Mr. Samsa. He is not well, said his mother to the manager while his father was still talking at the door. He is not well, believe me, Mr. Manager, otherwise how would Gregor miss a train? The young man has nothing in his head except business. I'm almost angry that he never goes out at night. Right now he's been in the city eight days, but he's been at home every evening. He sits there with us at the table and reads newspaper quietly or studies his travel schedules. It's quite a diversion for him if he busies himself with fret work. For instance, he cut out a small frame over the course of two or three evenings. He'd be amazed how pretty it is. It's hanging right inside the room. You'll see it immediately as soon as Gregor opens the door. Anyway, I'm happy that you are here, Mr. Manager. By ourselves, we would have never made Gregor open the door. He's so stubborn. He's certainly not well, although he denied that this morning. I'm coming right away, said Gregor slowly and deliberately and didn't move so as not to lose one word of the conversation. My dear lady, I cannot explain it to myself in any other way, said the manager. I hope it is nothing serious. On the other hand, I must also say that we business people, luckily or unluckily, however one looks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slight disposition for business reasons. So, can Mr. Manager come in and see you now? asked his father impatiently and knocked once again on the door. No, said Gregor in the neighboring room on the left. The painful stillness descended. In the neighboring room on the right, the sister began to sob. Why didn't his sister go to the others? She'd probably just gotten up out of bed now and hadn't even started to get dressed yet. Then why was she crying? Because he wasn't getting up and wasn't letting the manager in? Because he was in danger of losing his position? And because then his boss would badger his parents once again with the old demands? Those were probably unnecessary worries right now. Gregor was still here and wasn't thinking at all about abandoning his family. At the moment, he was lying right there on the carpet and no one who knew about his condition would have seriously demanded that he let the manager in. But Gregor wouldn't be casually dismissed right away because of this small discursive, for which he would find an easy and suitable excuse later on. It seemed to Gregor that it might be far more reasonable to leave him in peace at the moment instead of disturbing him with crying and conversation. But it was the very uncertainty which distressed the others and excused their behavior. Mr. Samsa! The manager was now shouting, his voice raised. What's the matter? You're barricading yourself in your room? Answer with only a yes and a no and are making serious and unnecessary troubles for your parents? And neglecting? I mention this only, incidentally. Your commercial duties in a truly unheard of manner. I'm speaking here in the name of your parents and your employer. And I am requesting you in all seriousness for an immediate and clear explanation. I am amazed. I am amazed. I thought I knew you as a calm, reasonable person. And now you appear suddenly to want to start parading around in weird moods. The chief indicated to me earlier this very day a possible explanation for your neglect. It concerned the collection of cash entrusted to you a short while ago. But in truth I almost gave him my word of honor that this explanation could not be correct. However, now I see here your unimaginable pigheadedness and I'm totally losing any desire to speak up for you in the slightest. And your position is not at all the most secure. Originally I intended to mention all of this to you privately but since you're letting me waste my time here uselessly I don't know why the matter shouldn't come to the attention of your parents. Your productivity has also been very unsatisfactory recently. Of course, it's not the time of year to conduct exceptional business. We recognize that. But a time of year for conducting no business there is no such thing at all Mr. Sampson and such a thing must never be. But Mr. Manager called Gregor beside himself in his agitation for getting everything else. I'm opening the door immediately this very moment. A slight disposition, a dizzy spallus, preventing me from getting up. I'm still lying in bed right now but now I'm quite refreshed once again. I'm in the midst of getting out of the bed. Just have patience for a short moment. Things are not going so well as I thought but things are alright. How suddenly this can overcome someone. Just yesterday everything was fine with me. My parents certainly know that. Actually just yesterday evening I had a small premonition. People must have seen that in me. Why have I not reported that to the office but people always think that they'll get over the sickness without having to stay at home. Mr. Manager, take it easy on my parents. There was really no basis for the criticism which you are now making against me and really nobody has said a word to me about that. Perhaps you have not read the latest orders which I have shipped. Besides, now I'm setting out on my trip at 8 o'clock train. A few hours rest have made me stronger. Mr. Manager do not say I will be at the office in person right away. Please have the goodness to say that and to convey my respect to the Chief. While Gregor was quickly blurting all of the sound hardly aware of what he was saying he had moved close to the chest of drawers without effort. Probably as a result of practice he had already had him bed and now he was trying to raise himself up on it. Actually he wanted to open the door. He really wanted to let himself be seen by and to speak with the manager. He was keen to witness what the others now asking after him would say at the side of him. If they were startled then Gregor had no more responsibility and could be calm. But if they accepted everything quietly then he would have no reason to get excited and if he got a move on could really be at the station around 8 o'clock. At first he slid down a few times from the smooth chest of drawers. But at last he gave himself a final swing and stood up right there. He was no longer at all aware of the pains in his lower body no matter how they might still sting. Now he let himself fall against the back of a nearby chair on the edge of which he braced himself with his thin limbs. By doing this he gained control over himself and kept quiet for he could now hear the manager. Did you understand a single word? The manager asked the parents. Is he playing the fool with us? For God's sake! cried the mother already in tears. Perhaps he's very ill and we're upsetting him. Great! Great! She yelled at that point. Mother! called the sister from the other side. They were making themselves understood through Gregor's room. You must go to the doctor right away! Gregor is sick! Hurry to the doctor! Have you heard Gregor speak yet? That was an animal's voice. Said the manager remarkably quiet in comparison to the mother's cries. Anna! Anna! yelled the father through the hall into the kitchen clapping his hands. Fetch a locksmith right away! The two young women were already running through the hall with swishing skirts. How had his sister dressed herself so quickly and yanked open the doors of the apartment? One couldn't hear the doors closing at all. They probably had left them open as is customary in an apartment in which a huge misfortune has taken place. However, Gregor had become much calmer. All right. People did not understand his words anymore although they seemed clear enough to him. Clear than previously. Perhaps because his ears had gotten used to them. But at least people now thought that things were not all right with him and were prepared to help him. The confidence and assurance with which the first arrangements had been carried out made him feel good. He felt himself included once again in the circle of humanity and was expecting from both the doctor and the locksmith without differentiating between them with any real precision splendid and surprising results. In order to get as clear a voice as possible for the critical conversation which was imminent he coughed a little and certainly took the trouble to do this in a really subdued way as soon as it was possible that even this noise sounded like something different from a human cough. He no longer trusted himself to decide anymore. Meanwhile in the next room it had become really quiet. Perhaps his parents were sitting with the manager at the table and were whispering. Perhaps they were all leaning against the door and listening. Gregor pushed himself slowly towards the door with the help of the easy chair, let go of it there, threw himself against the door, held himself up right against it. His tiny limbs had a little sticky stuff on them and rested there momentarily from his exertion. Then he made an effort to turn the key in the lock with his mouth. Unfortunately it seemed that he had no real teeth. How then was he to grab hold of the key? But to make up for that his jaws were naturally very strong. With their help he managed to get the key really moving and he did not notice that he was obviously inflicting some damage on himself. A round fluid came out of his mouth, flowed over the key and dripped onto the floor. Just listen for a moment, said the manager in the next room. He's turning the key. For Gregor that was a great encouragement. But they all should have called out to him, including his father and mother. Come on Gregor, he should have shouted, keep going, keep working on the lock. Imagining that all his efforts for being followed with suspense he bit down frantically on the key with all the force he could muster. As the key turned more he danced around the lock. Now he was holding himself upright only with his mouth and he had to hang on to the key or then press it down again with the whole weight of his body as necessary. The quite distinct click of the lock as it finally snapped really woke Gregor up. Breathing heavily he said to himself, so I didn't need the locksmith. And he set his head against the door handle to open the door completely. Because he had to open the door in this way it was already open very wide without him yet really being visible. He first had to turn himself slowly around the edge of the door. Very carefully of course if he did not want to fall awkwardly on his back right at the entrance into the room. He was still preoccupied with this difficult movement and had no time to pay attention to anything else when he heard the manager exclaiming aloud, ohhhh it sounded like the wind whistling and now he saw him nearest to the door pressing his hand against his open mouth and moving slowly back as if an invisible constant force was pushing him away. His mother, in spite of the presence of the manager she was standing here with her hair sticking up on end still a mess from the night. With her hands clasped was looking at his father. She then went two steps towards Gregor and collapsed right in the middle of her skirt spreading out all around her. His face sunk on her breast completely concealed. His father clenched his fist with a hostile expression as if he wished to push Gregor back into his room. Then looked uncertainly around the living room covered his eyes with his hands and cried so that his mighty breast shook. At this point Gregor did not take one step into the room but leaned his body from the inside against the firmly bolted wing of the door so that only half of his body was visible as well as his head tilted sideways with which he peeped over at the others. Meanwhile it had become much brighter. Standing out clearly from the other side of the street was a part of the endless grey black house situated opposite and was a hospital with its severe regular windows breaking up the façade. The rain was still coming down but only in large individual drops visibly and firmly thrown down one by one onto the ground. The breakfast dishes were standing piled around the table because for his father breakfast was the most important meal time in the day which he prolonged for hours by reading various newspapers. Directly across on the opposite wall hung a photograph of Gregor from the time of his military service. It was a picture of him as a lieutenant as he, smiling and worry free with his hand on his sword demanded respect for his bearing and uniform. The door to the hall was ajar and since the door to the apartment was also open one saw out into the landing of the apartment and the start of the staircase going down. Now, said Gregor well aware that he was the only one who had kept his composure I'll get dressed right away pack up the collection samples and set off you'll allow me to set out on my way will you not? You see Mr. Manager I'm not pigheaded and I am happy to work travelling is exhausting but I couldn't live without it. Where are you going Mr. Manager to the office really? Will you report everything truthfully? A person can be incapable of working momentarily but that is precisely the best time to remember the earlier achievements and to consider that later after the obstacles have been shoved aside the person will work all the more keenly and intensely. I am really so indebted to Mr. Chief you know that perfectly well on the other hand I am concerned about my parents and my sister I'm in a fix but I'll work myself out of it again don't make things more difficult for me than they already are speak up on my behalf in the office people don't like travelling salesmen I know that people think they are in pots of money and thus lead a fine life people don't even have any special reason to think through this judgement more clearly but you Mr. Manager have a better perspective on the interconnections than the other people even I tell you in total confidence a better perspective than Mr. Chairman himself who in his capacity as the employer may let his judgement make casual mistakes at the expense of an employee you also know well enough that the travelling salesman who is outside the office almost the entire year can become so easily a victim of gossip coincidences and groundless complaints against which it is impossible for him to defend himself since for the most part he doesn't hear about them at all and only then when he's exhausted after finishing a trip and gets to feel in his own body at home the nasty consequences which can't be thoroughly explored back to the origins Mr. Manager don't leave without speaking a word telling me that you'll at least concede that I'm a little in the right but at Gregor's first words the manager had already turned away and now he looked back at Gregor over his twitching shoulders with pursed lips during Gregor's speech he was not still for a moment but was moving away towards the door without taking his eyes off Gregor but really gradually as if there was a secret ban on leaving the room he was already in the hall and after the sudden movement with which he finally pulled his foot out of the living room one could have believed that he had just burned the soul of his foot in the hall however he stretched out his right hand away from his body towards the staircase as if some truly supernatural relief was waiting for him there Gregor realized that he must not under any circumstances allow the manager to go away in this frame of mind especially if his position in the firm was not to be placed in the greatest danger his parents did not understand all this very well over the long years they had developed the conviction that Gregor was set up for life in his firm and in addition they had so much to do nowadays with their present troubles that all foresight was foreign to them but Gregor had this foresight the manager must be held back calm down convinced and finally won over the future of Gregor and his family really depended on it fully the sister had been there she was clever she had already cried while Gregor was still lying quietly on his back and the manager this friend of the ladies would certainly let himself be guided by her she would have closed the door to the apartment and talked him out of his fright in the hall but the sister was not even there Gregor must deal with it himself without thinking that is yet he didn't know anything about his present ability to move and without thinking that his speech possibly indeed probably had once again not been understood he left the wing of the door pushed himself through the opening and wanted to go over to the manager who was already holding tight onto the handrail with both hands on the landing in a ridiculous way but as he looked for something to hold on to with a small screen Gregor immediately fell down onto his numerous little legs scarcely had this happened when he felt for the first time that morning a general physical well-being the small limbs had firm floor under them they obeyed perfectly as he noticed to his joy and strove to carry him forward in the direction he wanted right away he believed that the final amelioration of all suffering was immediately at hand but at the very moment when he lay on the floor rocking in a restrained manner quite close and directly across from his mother apparently totally sunk into herself she suddenly sprang right up with her arms spread far apart and her fingers extended and cried out help for God's sake help she held her head bowed down as if she wanted to view Gregor better but ran senselessly back contradicting that gesture forgetting that behind her stood the table with all the dishes on it when she reached the table she sat down heavily on it as if absentmindedly and did not appear to notice at all that next to her coffee was pouring out onto the carpet in a full stream from a large overturned container mother mother said Gregor quietly and looked over towards her the manager momentarily had disappeared completely from his mind by contrast at the side of the flowing coffee couldn't stop himself snapping his jaws in the air a few times at that his mother screamed all over again hurried from the table and collapsed into the arms of his father who was rushing towards her but Gregor had no time right now for his parents the manager was already on the staircase his chin level with the banister the manager looked back for the last time Gregor took an initial movement to catch up to him if possible but the manager must have suspected something because he made a leap down over a few stairs and disappeared still shouting the sound echoed through the entire stairwell now unfortunately this flight of the manager also seemed completely to bewilder his father who earlier had been relatively calm for instead of running after the manager himself or at least not hindering Gregor from his pursuit with his right hand he grabbed hold of the manager's cane which he had left behind with his hat and overcoat on a chair with his left hand his father picked up a large newspaper from the table and stamping his feet on the floor he set out to drive Gregor back into his room by waving the cane and the newspaper no request of Gregor's was of any use no request would even be understood no matter how willing he was to turn his head respectfully his father just stomped all the harder with his feet across the room from him his mother had pulled open a window in spite of the cool weather and leaning out with her hands on her cheek she pushed her face far outside the window between the alley and the stairwell a strong draft came up the curtains on the window flew around the newspapers on the table swished and individual sheets fluttered down over the floor the father relentlessly pressed forward pushing out sibilants like a wild man now Gregor had no practice at all in going backwards it was really going very slowly if Gregor only had been allowed to turn himself around he would have been in his room right away but he was afraid to make his father impatient by the time-consuming process of turning around and each moment he faced a thread of a mortal blow on his back or his head from the cane in his father's hand finally Gregor had no other option for he noticed with horror that he did not understand yet how he had been in his direction going backwards and so he began amid constantly anxious sideways glances in his father's direction to turn himself around as quickly as possible although in truth this was only very slowly perhaps his father noticed his good intentions or he did not disrupt Gregor in this motion but with the tip of his cane from a distance he even directed here and there Gregor's rotating movement if only there hadn't been his father's unbearable hissing because of that Gregor totally lost his head he was already almost totally turned around when always with that hissing in his ear he just made a mistake and turned himself back a little but when he finally was successful in getting his head in front of the door opening it became clear that his body was too wide to go through any further naturally his father in his present mental state had no idea of opening the other wing of the door bit to create a suitable passage for Gregor to get through his single fixed thought was that Gregor must get into his room as quickly as possible he would never have allowed the elaborate preparations that Gregor required to orient himself and thus perhaps get through the door on the contrary, as if there were no obstacle and with a peculiar noise he now drove Gregor forwards behind Gregor the sound was at this point no longer like the voice of only a single father now it was really no longer a joke and Gregor forced himself come up might into the door one side of his body was lifted up he lay at an angle in the door opening his one flank was sore with the scraping on the white door ugly blotches were left soon he was struck fast and would have not been able to move anymore on his own his tiny legs on one side hung twitching in the air above the ones on the other side were pushed painfully into the door then his father gave him one really strong liberating push from behind and he scurried bleeding severely far into the interior of his room the door was slammed shut with the cane and finally it was quiet End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of the Metamorphosis This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Pamela Nagami The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka translated by Ian Johnston 1938 Alive Chapter 2 Gregor first woke up from his heavy, swoon-like sleep in the evening twilight he would certainly have woken up soon afterwards without any disturbance for he felt himself sufficiently rested and wide awake although it appeared to him as if a hurried step and a cautious closing of the door to the hall had aroused him light from the electric street lamps lay pale here and there on the ceiling and on the higher parts of the furniture but underneath, around Gregor, it was dark he pushed himself slowly toward the door still groping awkwardly with his feelers which he now learned to value for the first time to check what was happening there his left side seemed one single long unpleasantly stretched scar and he really had to hobble on his two rows of legs in addition, one small leg had been seriously wounded in the course of the morning incident it was almost a miracle that only one had been hurt and dragged lifelessly behind by the door he first noticed what had really lured him there it was the smell of something to eat a ball stood there filled with sweetened milk in which swam tiny pieces of white bread he almost laughed with joy for he now had a much greater hunger than in the morning and he immediately dipped his head almost up to and over his eyes down into the milk but he soon drew back again in disappointment not just because it was difficult for him to eat on account of his delicate left side he could eat only if his entire panting body worked in a coordinated way but also because the milk which otherwise was his favorite drink and which his sister had certainly placed there for that reason did not appeal to him at all he turned away from the bowl almost with aversion and crept back into the middle of the room in the living room as Gregor saw through the crack in the door the gas was lit but where on other occasions at this time of day his father was accustomed to read the afternoon newspaper and a loud voice to his mother and sometimes also to his sister at the moment no sound was audible now perhaps this reading allowed about which his sister had always spoken and written to him had recently fallen out of their general routine but it was so still all around in spite of the fact that the apartment was certainly not empty what a quiet life the family lead said Gregor to himself and as he stared fixedly out in front of him into the darkness he felt a great pride that he had been able to provide such a life in a beautiful apartment like this for his parents and his sister but how would things go if now all tranquility all prosperity all contentment should come to a horrible end in order not to lose himself in such thoughts Gregor preferred to set himself moving so he moved up and down in his room once during the long evening one side door and then the other door was opened just a tiny crack and quickly closed again someone presumably needed to come in but had then thought better of it Gregor immediately took up a position by the living room door determined to bring in the hesitant visitor somehow or other or at least to find out who it might be but now the door was not opened anymore and Gregor waited in vain earlier when the door had been barred they had all wanted to come into him now when he had opened one door and when the others had obviously been open during the day no one came anymore and the keys were stuck in the locks on the outside the light in the living room was turned off only late at night and now it was easy to establish that his parents and his sister had stayed awake all this time for one could hear clearly as all three moved away on tiptoe now it was certain that no one would come into Gregor anymore until morning thus he had a long time to think undisturbed about how he should reorganize his life from scratch but the high open room in which he was compelled to lie flat on the floor made him anxious without his being able to figure out the reason for he had lived in the room for five years with a half unconscious turn and not without a slight shame he scurried under the couch where in spite of the fact that his back was a little cramped and he could no longer lift up his head he felt very comfortable and was sorry only that his body was too wide to fit completely under it there he remained the entire night which he spent partly in the state of semi-sleep which his hunger constantly woke him with a start but partly in a state of worry and murky hopes which all led to the conclusion that for the time being he would have to keep calm and with patience and the greatest consideration for his family tolerate the troubles which in his present condition he was now forced to cause them already early in the morning it was still almost night Gregor had an opportunity to test the power of the decisions he had just made for his sister almost fully dressed opened the door from the hall into his room and looked eagerly inside she did not find him immediately but when she noticed him under the couch God he had to be somewhere or other for he could hardly fly away she got such a shock that without being able to control herself she slammed the door shut once again from the outside however as if she was sorry for her behavior she immediately opened the door again and walked in on her tiptoes as if she was in the presence of a serious invalid or a total stranger Gregor had pushed his head forward just to the edge of the couch and was observing her would she really notice that he had left the milk standing not indeed from any lack of hunger and would she bring in something else to eat more suitable for him if she did not do it on her own he would sooner starve to death and call her attention to the fact although he had a really powerful urge to move beyond the couch throw himself at his sister's feet and beg her for something or other good to eat but his sister noticed right away with astonishment that the bowl was still full with only a little milk spilt around it she picked it up immediately although not with her bare hands but with a rag and took it out of the room Gregor was extremely curious what she would bring as a substitute and he pictured to himself different ideas about it but he never could have guessed what his sister out of the goodness of her heart in fact did she brought him to test his taste an entire selection all spread out on an old newspaper there were old half-rotten vegetables bones from the evening meal covered with a white sauce which had almost solidified some raisins and almonds cheese which Gregor had declared inedible two days earlier a slice of dry bread and a slice of salted bread smeared with butter in addition to all this she put down a bowl probably designated once and for all as Gregor's into which she had poured some water and out of her delicacy of feeling since she knew that Gregor would not eat in front of her she went away very quickly and even turned the key in the lock so that Gregor would now observe that he could make himself as comfortable as he wished Gregor's small limbs buzzed now that the time for eating had come his wounds must in any case have already healed completely he felt no handicap on that score he was astonished at that and thought about how more than a month ago he had cut his finger slightly with a knife and how his wound had hurt enough even the day before yesterday am I going to be less sensitive he thought already sucking greedily on the cheese which had strongly attracted him right away more than all the other foods quickly and with his eyes watering with satisfaction he ate one after the other the cheese the vegetables and the sauce the fresh food by contrast didn't taste good to him he couldn't bear the smell and even carried the things he wanted to eat a little distance away by the time his sister slowly turned the key as a sign that he should withdraw he was long finished and now lay lazily in the same spot the noise immediately startled him despite of the fact that he was already almost asleep and he scurried back again under the couch but it cost him great self-control to remain under the couch even for the short time his sister was in the room because his body had filled out somewhat on account of the rich meal and in the narrow space there he could scarcely breathe in the midst of minor attacks of asphyxiation he looked at her with somewhat protruding eyes as his unsuspecting sister swept up with a broom not just the remnants but even the foods which Gregor had not touched at all as if these were also now useless and as she dumped everything quickly into a bucket which she closed with a wooden lid and then carried all of it out of the room she had hardly turned around before Gregor had already dragged himself out from the couch stretched out and let his body expand in this way Gregor got his food every day once in the morning when his parents and the servant girl were still asleep and the second time after the common noon meal for his parents were as before asleep then for a little while and the servant girl was sent off by his sister on some errand or other they certainly would not have wanted Gregor to starve to death but perhaps they could not have endured finding out what he ate other than by hearsay perhaps his sister wanted to spare than what was possibly only a small grief for they were really suffering quite enough already what sorts of excuses people had used on that first morning to get the doctor and the locksmith out of the house Gregor was completely unable to ascertain since they could not understand him no one not even his sister thought that he might be able to understand others and thus when his sister was in her room he had to be content with listening now and then to her sighs and invocations to the saints only later when she had grown somewhat accustomed to everything naturally there could never be any talk of her growing completely accustomed to it Gregor sometimes caught a comment which was intended to be friendly or could be interpreted as such well today it tasted good to him she said if Gregor had really cleaned up what he had to eat whereas in the reverse situation which gradually repeated itself more and more frequently she used to say sadly now everything has stopped again but while Gregor could get no new information directly he did hear a good deal from the room next door and as soon as he heard voices he scurried right away to the appropriate door and pressed his entire body against it in the early days especially there was no conversation which was not concerned with him in some way or other even if only in secret for two days at all mealtimes discussions on that subject could be heard on how people should now behave but they also talked about the same subject in the times between meals for there was always at least two family members at home since no one really wanted to remain in the house alone and people could not under any circumstances leave the apartment completely empty in addition on the very first day the servant girl it was not completely clear what and how much she knew about what had happened on her knees had begged his mother to let her go immediately and when she said goodbye about fifteen minutes later she thanked them for the dismissal with tears in her eyes as if she was receiving the greatest favour which people had shown her there and without anyone demanding it from her she swore a fearful oath not to portray anyone not even the slightest bit now his sister had to team up with his mother to do the cooking although that didn't create much trouble because people were eating almost nothing again and again Gregor listened as one of them vainly invited another one to eat and received no answer other than thank you I've had enough or something like that and perhaps they had stopped having anything to drink too his sister often asked his father whether he wanted to have a beer and gladly offered to fetch it herself and when his father was silent she said in order to remove any reservations he might have that she could send the caretaker's wife to get it but then his father finally said a resounding no and nothing more would be spoken about it already during the first day his father laid out all the financial circumstances and prospects to his mother and to his sister as well from time to time he stood up from the table and pulled out of the small lock box salvaged from his business which had collapsed five years previously some document or other or some notebook the sound was audible as he opened up the complicated lock and after removing what he was looking for locked it up again these explanations by his father were in part the first enjoyable thing Gregor had the chance to listen to since his imprisonment he had thought that nothing at all was left over for his father from his business at least his father had told him nothing to contradict that view and Gregor in any case hadn't asked them about it at the time Gregor's only concern had been to use everything he had in order to allow his family to forget as quickly as possible the business misfortune which had brought them all into a state of complete hopelessness and so at that point he'd started to work with a special intensity and from an assistant had become almost overnight a traveling salesman who naturally had entirely different possibilities for earning money and whose success at work were converted immediately into the form of cash commissions which could be set out on the table at home in front of his astonished and delighted family those had been beautiful days and they had never come back afterwards at least not with the same splendor in spite of the fact that Gregor later earned so much money that he was in a position to bear the expenses of the entire family costs which he in fact did bear they had become quite accustomed to it both the family and Gregor as well they took the money with thanks and he happily surrendered it but the special warmth was no longer present only the sister had remained still close to Gregor and it was his secret plan to send her next year to the conservatory regardless of the great expense which that necessarily involved and which would be made up in other ways in contrast to Gregor she loved music very much and knew how to play the violin charmingly now and then during Gregor's short stays in the city the conservatory was mentioned in conversations with his sister but always only as a beautiful dream whose realization was unimaginable and their parents never listened to these innocent expectations with pleasure but Gregor thought about them with scrupulous consideration and intended to explain the matter ceremoniously on Christmas Eve in his present situation such futile ideas went through his head while he pushed himself right up against the door and listened sometimes in his general exhaustion he couldn't listen anymore and let his head bang listlessly against the door but he immediately pulled himself together for even the small sound which he made by this motion was heard nearby and silenced everyone there he goes again said his father after a while clearly turning toward the door and only then would the interrupted conversation gradually be resumed again Gregor found out clearly enough for his father tended to repeat himself often in his explanations partly because he had not personally concerned himself with these matters for a long time now and partly also because his mother did not understand everything right away the first time then in spite of all bad luck a fortune although a very small one was available from the old times which the interest which had not been touched had in the intervening time gradually allowed to increase a little furthermore in addition to this the money which Gregor had brought home every month he had kept only a few Florence for himself had not been completely spent and had grown into a small capital amount Gregor behind his door nodded eagerly rejoicing over this unanticipated foresight and frugality true with this excess money he could have paid off more of his father's debt to his employer and the day on which he could be rid of this position would have been a lot closer but now things were doubtless better the way his father had arranged them at the moment however this money was not nearly sufficient to permit the family to live on the interest payments perhaps it would be enough to maintain the family for one or at most two years that's all thus it only added up to an amount which one should not really draw upon and which must be set aside for an emergency but the money to live on had to be earned now although his father was old he was a healthy man who had not worked at all for five years and thus could not be counted on for very much he had in these five years the first holidays of his trouble-filled but unsuccessful life put on a good deal of fat and thus had become really heavy and should his old mother now perhaps work for money a woman who suffered from asthma for whom wandering through the apartment even now was a great strain and who spent every second day on the sofa by the open window laboring for breath should his sister earn money a girl who was still a seventeen-year-old child whose earlier lifestyle had been so very delightful that it had consisted of dressing herself nicely sleeping in late helping around the house taking part in a few modest enjoyments and above all playing the violin when it came to talking about this need to earn money at first Gregor went away from the door and threw himself on the cool leather sofa beside the door for he was quite hot from shame and sorrow often he lay there all night long he didn't sleep a moment inches scratched on the leather for hours at a time he undertook the very difficult task of shoving a chair over to the window then he crept up on the windowsill and braced in the chair leaned against the window to look out obviously with some memory or other of the satisfaction which that used to bring him in earlier times actually from day to day he perceived things with less and less clarity even those a short distance away the hospital across the street the all too frequent sight of which he had previously cursed was not visible at all anymore and if he had not been precisely aware that he lived in the quiet but completely urban Charlotte Street he could have believed that from his window he was peering out at a featureless wasteland in which the grey heaven and the grey earth had merged and were indistinguishable his attentive sister must have observed a couple of times that the chairs stood by the window then after cleaning up the room each time she pushed the chair back right against the window and from now on she even left the inner casement open if Gregor had only been able to speak to his sister and thank her for everything that she had to do for him he would have tolerated her service more easily as it was he suffered under it this sister admittedly sought to cover up the awkwardness of everything as much as possible and as time went by she naturally got more successful at it but with the passing of time Gregor also came to understand everything more precisely even her entrance was terrible for him as soon as she entered she ran straight to the window without taking the time to shut the door in spite of the fact that she was otherwise very considerate in sparing anyone the sight of Gregor's room and yanked the window open with eager hands as if she was almost suffocating and remained for a while by the window breathing deeply even when it was still so cold with this running a noise she frightened Gregor twice every day the entire time he trembled under the couch and yet he knew very well that she would certainly have spared him gladly if it had only been possible to remain with the window closed in a room where Gregor lived on one occasion about one month had already gone by since Gregor's transformation and there was now no particular reason anymore for his sister to be startled at Gregor's appearance she arrived a little earlier than usual and came upon Gregor as he was still looking out the window immobile and well positioned to frighten someone it would not have come as a surprise to Gregor if she had not come in since his position was preventing her from opening the window immediately but she not only did not step inside she even retreated and shut the door a stranger really might have concluded from this that Gregor had been lying in wait for her and wanted to bite her of course Gregor immediately concealed himself under the couch but he had to wait until the noon meal and his sister returned and she seemed much less calm than usual from this he realized that his appearance was still constantly intolerable to her and must remain intolerable in future and that she really had to exert a lot of self-control not to run away from a glimpse of only the small part of his body which stuck out from under the couch in order to spare her even this sight he dragged the sheet on his back and onto the couch this task took him four hours and arranged it in such a way that he was now completely concealed and his sister, even if she bent down, could not see him if this sheet was not necessary as far as she was concerned then she could remove it for it was clear enough that Gregor could not derive any pleasure from isolating himself away so completely but she left this sheet just as it was and Gregor believed that he even caught a look of gratitude when on one occasion he carefully lifted up the sheet a little with his head to check as his sister took stock of the new arrangement in the first two weeks his parents could not bring themselves to visit him and he often heard how they fully acknowledged his sister's present work whereas earlier they had often got annoyed at his sister because she had seemed to them a somewhat useless young woman however now both his father and his mother often waited in front of Gregor's door while his sister cleaned up inside and as soon as she came out she had to explain in detail how things looked in the room, what Gregor had eaten how he had behaved this time and whether perhaps a slight improvement was perceptible in any event his mother comparatively soon wanted to visit Gregor but his father and his sister restrained her at first with the reasons which Gregor listened to very attentively and which he completely endorsed later however they had to hold her back forcefully and when she then cried let me go to Gregor he's my unlucky son don't you understand that I have to go to him? Gregor then thought that perhaps it would be a good thing if his mother came in, not every day of course but maybe once a week she understood everything much better than his sister who in spite of all her courage was still a child and in the last analysis had perhaps undertaken such a difficult task only out of childish recklessness Gregor's wish to see his mother was soon realized while during the day Gregor out of consideration for his parents did not want to show himself by the window he couldn't crawl around very much on the few square meters of the floor he found it difficult to bear lying quietly during the night and eating no longer gave him the slightest pleasure so for diversion he acquired the habit of crawling back and forth across the walls and ceiling he was especially fond of hanging from the ceiling the experience was quite different from lying on the floor it was easier to breathe a slight vibration went through his body and in the midst of the almost happy amusement which Gregor found up there it could happen that to his own surprise he let go and hit the floor however now he naturally controlled his body quite differently and he did not injure himself in such a great fall his sister noticed immediately the new amusement which Gregor had found for himself for as he crept around he left behind him here and there traces of his sticky stuff and so she got the idea of making Gregor's creeping around as easy as possible and thus of removing the furniture which got in the way especially the chest of drawers and the writing desk but she was in no position to do this by herself she did not dare to ask her father to help and the servant girl would certainly not have assisted her for although this girl about sixteen years old had courageously remained since the dismissal of the previous cook she had begged for the privilege of being allowed to stay permanently confined to the kitchen and of having to open the door only in answer to his special summons thus his sister had no other choice but to involve his mother while his father was absent his mother approached Gregor's room with cries of excited joy but she fell silent at the door of course his sister first checked whether everything in the room was in order only then did she let his mother walk in in great haste Gregor had drawn the sheet down even further and wrinkled it more the whole thing really looked just like a coverlet thrown carelessly over the couch on this occasion Gregor held back from spying out from under the sheet thus he refrained from looking at his mother this time and was just happy that she had come come on he's not visible said his sister and evidently led his mother by the hand now Gregor listened as these two weak women shifted the still heavy old chest of drawers from its position and as his sister constantly took on herself the greater part of the work without listening to the warnings of his mother who was afraid that she would strain herself the work lasted a long time after about a quarter of an hour had already gone by his mother said it would be better if they left the chest of drawers where it was because in the first place it was too heavy they would not be finished before his father's arrival and leaving the chest of drawers in the middle of the room would block all Gregor's pathways but in the second place they could not be certain that Gregor would be pleased with the removal of the furniture to her the reverse seemed to be true the sight of the empty walls pierced her right to the heart and why should Gregor not feel the same since he had been accustomed to the room furnishings for a long time and in an empty room would feel himself abandoned and is it not the case his mother concluded very quietly almost whispering as if she wished to prevent Gregor whose exact location she really didn't know from hearing even the sound of her voice for she was convinced that he did not understand her words and isn't it a fact that by removing the furniture we are showing that we're giving up all hope of an improvement and are leaving him to his own resources without any consideration I think it would be best if we tried to keep the room exactly in the condition it was in before so that when Gregor returns to us he finds everything unchanged and can forget the inner reading time all the more easily as he heard his mother's words Gregor realized that the lack of all immediate human contact together with the monotonous life surrounded by his family over the course of these two months must have confused his understanding because otherwise he couldn't explain to himself how he in all seriousness could have been so keen to have his room emptied was he really eager to let the warm room comfortably furnished with pieces he had inherited be turned into a cavern in which he would of course then be able to crawl about in all directions without disturbance but at the same time with a quick and complete forgetting of his human past as well was he then at this point already on the verge of forgetting and was it only the voice of his mother which he had not heard for a long time that had aroused him nothing was to be removed everything must remain in his condition he could not function without the beneficial influences of his furniture and if the furniture prevented him from carrying out his senseless crawling about all over the place then there was no harm in that but rather a great benefit but his sister unfortunately thought otherwise she had grown accustomed certainly not without justification so far as the discussion of matters concerning Gregor was concerned to act as a special expert with respect to their parents and so now the mother's advice was for his sister sufficient reason to insist on the removal not only of the chest of drawers and the writing desk which were the only items she had thought about at first but also of all the furniture with the exception of the indispensable couch of course it was not only childish defiance and her recent very unexpected and hard-won self-confidence which led her to this demand she had also actually observed that Gregor needed a great deal of room to creep about the furniture on the other hand as far as one could see was not of the slightest use but perhaps the enthusiastic sensibility of young women of her age also played a role this feeling sought release at every opportunity and with it Greta now felt tempted to want to make Gregor's situation even more terrifying so that then she would be able to do even more for him than now for surely no one except Greta would ever trust themselves to enter a room in which Gregor ruled the empty walls all by himself and so she did not let herself be dissuaded from her decision by her mother who in this room seemed uncertain of herself in her sheer agitation and soon kept quiet helping his sister with all her energy to get the chest of drawers out of the room now Gregor could still do without the chest of drawers of need be but the writing desk really had to stay the scarce they had the women left the room with the chest of drawers groaning as they pushed it when Gregor stuck his head out from under the sofa to take a look how he could intervene cautiously and with as much consideration as possible but unfortunately it was his mother who came back into the room first while Greta had her arms wrapped around the chest of drawers in the next room and was rocking it back and forth by herself without moving it from its position when his mother was not used to the sight of Gregor he could have made her ill and so frightened Gregor scurried backwards right to the other end of the sofa but he could no longer prevent the sheet from moving forward a little that was enough to catch his mother's attention she came to a halt stood still for a moment and then went back to Greta although Gregor kept repeating to himself over and over that really nothing unusual was going on that only a few pieces of furniture were being rearranged he soon had to admit to himself that the movements of the women to and fro their quiet conversations and the scratching of the furniture on the floor affected him like a great swollen commotion on all sides and so firmly was he pulling in his head and legs and pressing his body into the floor he had to tell himself unequivocally that he wouldn't be able to endure all this much longer they were cleaning out his room taking away from him everything he cherished they had already dragged out the chest of drawers in which the fret saw and other tools were kept and they were now loosening the writing desk which was fixed tight to the floor the desk on which he is a business student a school student indeed even as an elementary school student had written out his assignments at that moment he really didn't have any more time to check the good intentions of the two women whose existence he had in any case almost forgotten because in their exhaustion they were working really silently and the heavy stumbling of their feet was the only sound to be heard and so he scuttled out the women were just propping themselves up on the writing desk in the next room in order to take a breather changing the direction of his path four times he really didn't know what he should rescue first then he saw hanging conspicuously on the wall which was otherwise already empty the picture of the woman dressed in nothing but fur he quickly scurried up over it and pressed himself against the glass which held it in place and which made his hot abdomen feel good at least this picture which Gregor at the moment completely concealed surely no one would now take away he twisted his head toward the door of the living room to observe the women as they came back in they had not allowed themselves very much rest and were coming back right away Greta had placed her arm around her mother and held her tightly so what shall we take now? said Greta and looked around her then her glance met Gregor's from the wall she kept her composure only because her mother was there she bent her face toward her mother in order to prevent her from looking around and said although in a trembling voice and too quickly come, wouldn't it be better to go back to the living room for just a moment Greta's purpose was clear to Gregor she wanted to bring his mother to a safe place and then chase him down from the wall well let her just try he squatted on his picture and did not hand it over he would sooner spring into Greta's face but Greta's words had immediately made the mother very uneasy she walked to the side caught sight of the enormous brown splotch on the flowered wallpaper and before she became truly aware that what she was looking at was Gregor screamed out in a high pitched raw voice oh god, oh god and fell without stretched arms as if she was surrendering everything down onto the couch and lay there motionless Gregor, you cried out his sister with a raised fist and an urgent glare since his transformation these were the first words which she had directed right at him she ran into the room next door to bring some spirits or other with which she could revive her mother from her fainting spell Gregor wanted to help as well there was time enough to save the picture but he was stuck fast on the glass and had to tear himself loose forcefully then he also scurried into the next room as if he could give his sister some advice as in earlier times but then he had to stand there idly behind her as she rummaged about among various small bottles still she was frightened when she turned around a bottle fell onto the floor and shattered a splinter of glass wounded Gregor in the face some corrosive medicine or other dripped over him now without lingering any longer Greta took as many small bottles as she could hold and ran with them into her mother she slammed the door shut with her foot Gregor was now shut off from his mother who was perhaps near death thanks to him he could not open the door and he did not want to chase away his sister who had to remain with her mother at this point he had nothing to do but wait and overwhelmed with self-reproach and worry he began to creep and crawl over everything walls furniture and ceiling finally in his despair as the entire room started to spin around him he fell onto the middle of the large table a short time elapsed Gregor lay there limply all around was still perhaps that was a good sign then there was a ring at the door the servant girl was naturally shut up in her kitchen and therefore Greta had to go and open the door the father had arrived what's happened were his first words Greta's appearance had told him everything Greta replied with a dull voice evidently she was pressing her face into her father's chest mother fainted but she's getting better now Gregor has broken loose yes I have expected that said his father I always told you that you women don't want to listen it was clear to Greta that his father had badly misunderstood Greta's short message and was assuming that Greta had committed some violent crime or other thus Greta now had to find his father to calm him down for he had neither the time nor the ability to explain things to him and so he rushed away to the door of his room and pushed himself against it so that his father could see right away as he entered from the hall that Greta fully intended to return at once to his room that it was not necessary to drive him back but that one only needed to open the door and he would disappear immediately but his father was not in the mood to observe such niceties ah he yelled as soon as he entered with a tone as if he were all at once angry and pleased Greta pulled his head back from the door and raised it in the direction of his father he had not really pictured his father as he now stood there of course what with his new style creeping all around he had in the past while neglected to pay attention to what was going on in the rest of the apartment as he had done before and really should have grasped the fact that he would encounter different conditions nevertheless, nevertheless was that still his father? was that the same man who had lain exhausted and buried in bed in earlier days when Greta was setting out on a business trip who had received him on the evenings of his return in a sleeping-down and arm-chair totally incapable of standing up who had only lifted his arm as a sign of happiness and who in their rare strolls together a few Sundays a year and on the important holidays made his way slowly forwards between Greta and his mother who themselves moved slowly always a bit more slowly than them bundled up in his old coat all the time setting down his walking stick carefully and who when he had wanted to say something almost always stood still and gathered his entourage around him but now he was standing up really straight dressed in a tight-fitting blue uniform with gold buttons like the one servants wear in a banking company above the high-stiff collar of his jacket his firm double chin stuck out prominently beneath his bushy eyebrows the glance of his black eyes was freshly penetrating and alert his otherwise disheveled white hair was combed down into a carefully exact shining part he threw his cap on which a gold monogram apparently the symbol of the bank was affixed in an arc across the entire room onto the sofa and moved throwing back the edge of the long coat of his uniform with his hands in his trouser pockets and a grim face right up to Gregor he really didn't know what he had in mind but he raised his foot uncommonly high anyway and Gregor was astonished at the gigantic size of the soul of his boot however he did not linger on that point for he knew from the first day of his new life that as far as he was concerned his father considered the greatest force the only appropriate response and so he scurried away from his father stopped when his father remained standing and scampered forward again when his father merely stirred in this way they made their way around the room repeatedly without anything decisive taking place in fact because of the slow pace it didn't look like a chase Gregor remained on the floor for the time being especially since he was afraid that his father could take a flight up onto the wall or the ceiling as an act of real malice at any event Gregor had to tell himself that he couldn't keep up this running around for a long time because whenever his father took a single step he had to go through an enormous number of movements already he was starting to suffer from a shortage of breath just as in his earlier days when his lungs had been quite unreliable as he now staggered around in this way in order to gather all his energies for running hardly keeping his eyes open and feeling so listless that he had no notion at all of any escape other than by running and had almost already forgotten that the walls were available to him although they were obstructed by carefully carved furniture full of sharp points and spikes at that moment something or other thrown casually flew down close by and rolled in front of him it was an apple immediately a second one flew after it Gregor stood still in fright further running away was useless for his father had decided to bombard him from the fruit bowl on the sideboard his father had filled his pockets and now without for the moment taking accurate aim he was throwing apple after apple these small red apples rolled around on the floor as if electrified and collided with each other a weakly thrown apple grazed Gregor's back but skidded off harmlessly however another thrown immediately after that one drove into Gregor's back really hard Gregor wanted to drag himself off as if the unexpected and incredible pain would go away if he changed his position but he felt as if he was nailed in place and lay stretched out completely confused in all his senses only with his final glance did he notice how the door of his room was pulled open and how right in front of his sister who was yelling his mother ran out in her undergarments for his sister had undressed her in order to give her some freedom to breathe in her fainting spell and how his mother then ran up to his father on the way her tied up skirts slipped toward the floor one after the other and how tripping over her skirts she hurled herself onto his father and throwing her arms around him in complete union with him but at this moment Gregor's powers of sight gave way as her hands reached to the back of his father's head and she begged him to spare Gregor's life End of Chapter 2