One morning, as 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
armour-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.