Jun 02, 2005 02:51
Well... hello...
I'm not... used to having people actually being able to understand me... in this state... but this girl... a typist, I think she's called? I'm not sure... assures me that she'll transcribe my thoughts in a manner understandable to all. Pardon me if I'm.. rusty, at first. I've not had real conversation in some time.
My name is Gregor Samsa. I'm a traveling salesman. Well. I was a traveling salesman. I'm now.. apparently a large roach. I'm something of a burden on my parents, and my poor, dear sister Grete (She is even kind enough to bring me food. I'm appreciative, but have no way of letting her know... It's... well, I'm sure you can imagine.)
At any rate... well.. I suppose I shall stop here. I'm sure none of you are interested in the inner musings of a... hideous vermin like myself. I don't blame you, really. *goes and skitters under his couch*
[Typist: Uh. Yes. Gregor Samsa from Kafka's The Metamorphosis. Bear with me, I haven't actually read the book in... a while, but.. when Temptation hits you... :b]
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