Then his head sank to the floor of its own accord and from his nostrils came the last faint flicker of his breath.
Franz KafkaTags: gregor-samsa
Refusing! And she is after me with a broom, trying to sweep my rotten carcass into the open. Why, shades of Gregor Samsa! Hello Alex, goodbye Franz! "You better tell me you're sorry, you, or else! And I don't mean maybe either!" I am five, maybe six, and she is or-elsing me and not-meaning-maybe as though the firing squad is already outside, lining the street with newspaper preparatory to my execution.
Philip RothTags: gregor-samsa
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