Extract of 'Metamorphosis' by Franz Kafka

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Recorded extract of Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

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English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General)

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When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from traveled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach in his bed. He lay on his tough armored back and raising his head a little managed to see sectioned off by little crescent shaped ridges into segments. The expanse of his arched brown belly atop which the covert perched forever on the point of slipping off entirely. His numerous legs pathetically frail by contrast to the rest of him waved feebly before his eyes. What's the matter with me? He thought it was no dream there quietly between the four familiar walls was his room a normal human room if always a little on the small side over the table on which an array of cloth samples was spread out. Samsa was a traveling salesman. Hung the picture he had only recently clipped from a magazine and set in an attractive gilt frame. It was a picture of a lady in a fur hat and stole sitting bolt upright holding in the direction of the onlooker, a heavy fur **** into which she had thrust the whole of her forearm from there. Gregor's gaze directed itself towards the window and the drab weather outside, raindrops could be heard. Clinking against the tin window ledges made him quite melancholy. What if I went to sleep for a while and forgot all about this nonsense? He thought, but that proved quite impossible because he was accustomed to sleeping on his right side and in his present state, he was unable to find that position however vigorously, he flung himself to his right. He kept rocking on to his back. He must have tried it 100 times, closing his eyes. So as not to have to watch his wriggling legs and only stopped when he felt a slight ache on his side, which he didn't recall having felt before. Oh my Lord. He thought if only I didn't have to follow such an exhausting profession on the road, day in day out, the work is so much more strenuous than it would be in head office. And, and then there's the additional ordeal of traveling, worries about train connections, the irregular bad meals, new people all the time, no continuity, no affection devil take it. He felt a little itch at the top of his belly slid a little closer to the bed post. So as to be able to raise his head a little bit more effectively found the itchy place which was covered with a sprinkling of white dots. The significance of which he was unable to interpret, assayed the place with one of his legs but hurriedly withdrew it because the touch caused him to shudder involuntarily. He slid back to his previous position. All this getting up early he thought is bound to take its effect.