Metamorphosis HTML version

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 to feel
the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as
soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder.
He slid back into his former position. "Getting up early all the
time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. You've got to get enough
sleep. Other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. For instance,
whenever I go back to the guest house during the morning to copy
out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there
eating their breakfasts. I ought to just try that with my boss; I'd get
kicked out on the spot. But who knows, maybe that would be the
best thing for me. If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd
have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the
boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let
him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a
funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking
down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you
have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing. Well,
there's still some hope; once I've got the money together to pay off
my parents' debt to him - another five or six years I suppose - that's