One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled..
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table..
That he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine..
You've got to get enough sleep. Other travelling salesmen..
But who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me..
I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think..
Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung..
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul..
Sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart..
I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot..
Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine..
I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite..
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present..
When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me..
A few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw..
When I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks..
Insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty..
Who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal..
My friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven..
Seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form..
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions..
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the..
Countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind..
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it..