collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table Samsa was a travelling salesman.

Never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.

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.