Metamorphosis, by Tibor Fischer

As Gregor Samsa reconscioused one morning from precarious dreams he revelated himself revolutionized in his kip into a Brobdingnagian insect. He was supining on his hard, as it were chryselephantine, back and when he exulted his head a little he could eyeball his hemispherical brown belly discreted into stiff vaulted segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly conservate its locality and was about to glissade completely. His numerous legs, which were wretchedly anorexic juxtapositioned against the rest of his bulk, oscillationed helplessly before his oculars.

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