>at the end of " the metamorphosis" > > At first I thought, he's got to be kidding.... Kafka? Chekov, perhaps, but never Kafka. Then the kidneyboy comes back with what looks like a specific citation. My god, it suddenly strikes me that it's been more than a quarter of a century since I've even opened Kafka.... Could it be possible? It's hell to be several hundred kilometres away from one's library! (And, as an aside, Am I the only evolutionary leftover to contend that the metric system is almost inherently un-literary.... Where--other than science fiction--would "several hundred kilometres" sound more melifluous than "several hundred miles"?) Fortunately, I've got copies of CATCHER and WALDEN in most of the places that I regularly read--which means my office, my home, and my cabin in the woods, which is where you'll find my library, AND ALL MY KAFKA! Could somebody who isn't similarly Kafka-challenged just now put me out of my misery. (Any my apologies to you, kidneyboy, if this second posting from you is, in fact, citing the final section of METAMORPHOSIS!) Cheers, Paul