Kafka: Metamorphosis

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by Mark Connorton

As Rupert Giles awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic demon. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his leathery green belly on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His enormous claws, which seemed excessively fierce for a retired librarian, waved helplessly before his eyes. What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room, a regular human bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the four familiar walls. Above the table on which a collection of ancient eldritch manuscripts was unpacked and spread out - Giles was a Watcher - hung the picture which he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put into a pretty gilt frame. It showed a lady, with a pashmina on and a long patchwork skirt, sitting upright and holding out to the spectator a huge wooden stake...

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