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Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull
weather.
Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which
made him feel
quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer
and forget all
this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he
was unable to
do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in
his present
state couldn't get into that position. However hard he
threw
himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where
he was. He
must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so
that he
wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only
stopped when
he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had
never felt
before.
"Oh, God", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is
that I've
chosen! Travelling day in and day out. Doing business
like this
takes much more effort than doing your own business at
home, and on
top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries
about making
train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with
different
people all the time so that you can never get to know
anyone or
become friendly with them. It can all go to Hell!" He
felt a
slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on
his back
towards the headboard so that he could lift his head
better; found
where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with
lots of little
white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and
when he tried
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