“Then his head sank to the floor of its own accord and from his nostrils came the last faint flicker of his… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“Samsa looked down in dismay at his naked body. How ill-formed it was! Worse than ill-formed. It possessed no means of self-defense.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Refusing! And she is after me with a broom, trying to sweep my rotten carcass into the open. Why, shades of Gregor… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
