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Create AccountA collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright..
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I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth.
when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with forms of the insects and flies.
then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath
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One morning, 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, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
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