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. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that:
- covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer
- gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
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