Metamorphosis

by Frank Kafka

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armor-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.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense,” he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. 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.

There was a cautious knock at the door near his head. “Gregor,” somebody called—it was his mother—“it’s quarter to seven. Didn’t you want to go somewhere?” Gregor was shocked when he heard his own voice answering, it could hardly be recognized as the voice he had had before. As if from deep inside him, there was a painful and uncontrollable squeaking mixed in with it, the words could be made out at first but then there was a sort of echo which made them unclear. Gregor had wanted to give a full answer and explain everything, but in the circumstances contented himself with saying: Yes, mother, yes, thank-you, I’m getting up now.“

Read these lines from the excerpt again:

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.

What does the phrase shut his eyes tell the reader about how Gregor feels about his appearance?

The phrase 'shut his eyes' tells us that Gregor prefer not to look at himself since the sole image of this new appearance made him feel disgusted of himself. As the novel is a criticism of the society of the time, in which the Industrial Revolution transformed human beings into working machines, the act of closing his eyes is not only a physical one. By closing their eyes, people from that time pretended not to see what was obvious to everyone: alienation had become part of every single worker. Therefore, closing their eyes was the only thing they could do to keep on going without losing their minds.

Answer:

The answer is B Gregor is disgusted

Explanation:

Because it when someone does not want to look at themselves they are usually discussed.

Refer to Explorations in Literature for a complete version of this narrative. Read this sentence from "Uses and Abuses of the Umbrella." If one were to research the history of the umbrella, one would discover that it was created with a purpose far different from that which formal umbrellists wish to attribute to it—those gentlemen who mistakenly take their umbrellas to the street when it looks like rain, unaware that they are exposing their precious devices to a washing that never figured into their plan. Which phrases from this sentence create a comic tone? Select each correct answer.

"exposing their precious devices"

A."created with a purpose"

B."the history of the umbrella"

C."when it looks like rain"

D."formal umbrellists"

Answer True or False.
English activist and Spanish activista are cognates.


True

False

I have three questions 1.what is a rough draft 2.what is a prewrite and 3.what is a final copy

Electronic media used to convey information is called a/an