
office assistant was the boss's man, spineless, and with no understanding. What
about if he reported sick? But that would be extremely strained and suspicious as
in fifteen years of service Gregor had never once yet been ill. His boss would
certainly come round with the doctor from the medical insurance company, accuse
his parents of having a lazy son, and accept the doctor's recommendation not to
make any claim as the doctor believed that no-one was ever ill but that many were
workshy. And what's more, would he have been entirely wrong in this case?
Gregor did in fact, apart from excessive sleepiness after sleeping for so long, feel
completely well and even felt much hungrier than usual.
He was still hurriedly thinking all this through, unable to decide to get out of the
bed, when the clock struck quarter to seven. 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?" That gentle voice! Gregor was shocked
when he heard his own voice answering, it could hardly be recognised 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, leaving the hearer unsure
whether he had heard properly or not. 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." The change in Gregor's voice
probably could not be noticed outside through the wooden door, as his mother was
satisfied with this explanation and shuffled away. But this short conversation made
the other members of the family aware that Gregor, against their expectations was
still at home, and soon his father came knocking at one of the side doors, gently,
but with his fist. "Gregor, Gregor", he called, "what's wrong?" And after a short
while he called again with a warning deepness in his voice: "Gregor! Gregor!" At
the other side door his sister came plaintively: "Gregor? Aren't you well? Do you
need anything?" Gregor answered to both sides: "I'm ready, now", making an effort
to remove all the strangeness from his voice by enunciating very carefully and
putting long pauses between each, individual word. His father went back to his
breakfast, but his sister whispered: "Gregor, open the door, I beg of you." Gregor,
however, had no thought of opening the door, and instead congratulated himself
for his cautious habit, acquired from his travelling, of locking all doors at night
even when he was at home.
The first thing he wanted to do was to get up in peace without being disturbed, to
get dressed, and most of all to have his breakfast. Only then would he consider
what to do next, as he was well aware that he would not bring his thoughts to any
sensible conclusions by lying in bed. He remembered that he had often felt a slight