When, 1975 while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the place.

His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice.