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. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
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Sometimes I wonder if I really can. But then I think to myself, maybe I can’t. But if I could, that would be good. Maybe it’s all a lie?
I can drive 10 miles, walk 50 feet. Turn around and before I know it, I’d be back home. Or would I? I’m not sure but that’s just how it is.
I see you have something to talk about. Well, I have something to shout about. Infact something to sing about. But I’ll just keep quiet and let you carry on. If I roll once and you roll twice. What does that mean?