The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
The Metamorphosis By Franz Kafka (1915)
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appeared in his uniform, with his wife on one arm and his<br />
daughter on the other. All were a little tear stained. Now<br />
and then Grete pressed her face onto her father’s arm.<br />
‘Get out of my apartment immediately,’ said Mr. Samsa<br />
and pulled open the door, without letting go of the women.<br />
‘What do you mean?’ said the middle lodger, somewhat dismayed<br />
and with a sugary smile. <strong>The</strong> two others kept their<br />
hands behind them and constantly rubbed them against<br />
each other, as if in joyful anticipation of a great squabble<br />
which must end up in their favour. ‘I mean exactly what I<br />
say,’ replied Mr. Samsa and went directly with his two female<br />
companions up to the lodger. <strong>The</strong> latter at first stood<br />
there motionless and looked at the floor, as if matters were<br />
arranging themselves in a new way in his head. ‘All right,<br />
then we’ll go,’ he said and looked up at Mr. Samsa as if,<br />
suddenly overcome by humility, he was asking fresh permission<br />
for this decision. Mr. Samsa merely nodded to him<br />
repeatedly with his eyes open wide.<br />
Following that, the lodger actually went immediately<br />
with long strides into the hall. His two friends had already<br />
been listening for a while with their hands quite still, and<br />
now they hopped smartly after him, as if afraid that Mr.<br />
Samsa could step into the hall ahead of them and disturb<br />
their reunion with their leader. In the hall all three of them<br />
took their hats from the coat rack, pulled their canes from<br />
the cane holder, bowed silently, and left the apartment. In<br />
what turned out to be an entirely groundless mistrust, Mr.<br />
Samsa stepped with the two women out onto the landing,<br />
leaned against the railing, and looked down as the three<br />
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lodgers slowly but steadily made their way down the long<br />
staircase, disappeared on each floor in a certain turn of the<br />
stairwell and in a few seconds came out again. <strong>The</strong> deeper<br />
they proceeded, the more the Samsa family lost interest<br />
in them, and when a butcher with a tray on his head come<br />
to meet them and then with a proud bearing ascended the<br />
stairs high above them, Mr. Samsa., together with the women,<br />
left the banister, and they all returned, as if relieved,<br />
back into their apartment.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y decided to pass that day resting and going for a<br />
stroll. Not only had they earned this break from work, but<br />
there was no question that they really needed it. And so they<br />
sat down at the table and wrote three letters of apology: Mr.<br />
Samsa to his supervisor, Mrs. Samsa to her client, and Grete<br />
to her proprietor. During the writing the cleaning woman<br />
came in to say that she was going off, for her morning work<br />
was finished. <strong>The</strong> three people writing at first merely nodded,<br />
without glancing up. Only when the cleaning woman<br />
was still unwilling to depart, did they look up angrily. ‘Well?’<br />
asked Mr. Samsa. <strong>The</strong> cleaning woman stood smiling in the<br />
doorway, as if she had a great stroke of luck to report to the<br />
family but would only do it if she was asked directly. <strong>The</strong><br />
almost upright small ostrich feather in her hat, which had<br />
irritated Mr. Samsa during her entire service, swayed lightly<br />
in all directions. ‘All right then, what do you really want?’<br />
asked Mrs. Samsa, whom the cleaning lady still usually respected.<br />
‘Well,’ answered the cleaning woman (smiling so<br />
happily she couldn’t go on speaking right away), ‘about how<br />
that rubbish from the next room should be thrown out, you