Call me
. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no
in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on
, I thought I would
about a little and see the
part of the world. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the
; whenever it is a
,
in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before
, and bringing up the rear of every
I meet — then, I account it high time to get to
as soon as I can. This is my substitute for
and
. With a philosophical flourish
throws himself upon his
; I quietly take to the
. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all
in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the
with me.
Story taken and adapted from Moby Dick.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one
from uneasy dreams he found himself
in his bed into a gigantic
. He was lying on his
, as it were armor-plated,
and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like
belly divided into stiff arched
on top of which the
quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to
slide off completely. His numerous
, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk,
helplessly before his eyes.
Story taken and adapted from Metamorphosis.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single
in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a
. However little known the feelings or views of such a
may be on his first entering a
, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding
, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their
.
Story taken and adapted from Pride and Prejudice.
