Read these passages:
"Mr. Samsa!", shouted the middle gentleman to Gregor's
father, pointing, without wasting any more words, with his
forefinger at Gregor as he slowly moved forward. The violin
went silent, the middle of the three gentlemen first smiled
at his two friends, shaking his head, and then looked back
at Gregor.
"Father Mother" said his sister hitting the table with her
hand as introduction, "we can't carry on like this. Maybe
you can't see it, but I can. I don't want to call this monster
my brother, all I can say is: we have to try and get rid of it.
We've done all that's humanly possible to look after it and
be patient, I don't think anyone could accuse us of doing
anything wrong." "She's absolutely right", said Gregor's
father to himself. His mother, who still had not had time to
catch her breath, began to cough dully, her hand held out in
front of her and a deranged expression in her eves.