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.
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I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.
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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul,like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.