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This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Franz Kafka
Morning, Heart, Knives
Franz Kafka (1971). “1910-1913. Tr. by Joseph Kresh”

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

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Morning, Done, Arrested
"The Trial". Book by Franz Kafka, 1925.

What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm's time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?

Franz Kafka
Morning, Fate, Men
"The Metamorphosis". Book by Franz Kafka, 1915.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug.

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Dream, Morning, Bugs
Franz Kafka (1946). “The Metamorphosis”, p.3, Gottfried & Fritz

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Franz Kafka
Dream, Morning, Bed
The Metamorphosis ch. 1 (1915) (translation byWilla and Edwin Muir)

He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath.

Franz Kafka
Morning, Reflection, Light
Franz Kafka, Stanley Corngold (1981). “The Metamorphosis”, Bantam Classics

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