(1) one moming, when gregor samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. he lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little
he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. the bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. his many legs, pitifully
thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about as he looked.
(2) "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. 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, gilded
frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
(3) gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget
all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he
threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the foundering legs, and only
stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
which of the following is the best summary of paragraph 17 (5 points)
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gregor tries to go back to sleep, but the weather keeps him up.
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gregor wants to forget his trouble, but his body will not allow him.
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gregor wakes to find he is transformed into a bug.
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gregor wakes to realize he was dreaming about being a bug.