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stretched her young body

[...] They grew quieter and half unconsciously exchanged glances of complete agreement, having come to the conclusion that it would soon be time to find a good husband for her. And it was like a comfirmation of their new dreams and excellent intentions that at the end of their journey their daughte…

—p.149 The Complete Short Stories The Metamorphosis (95) by Franz Kafka
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in such a fine flat

[...] 'What a quiet life our family has been leading,' said Gregor to himself, and as he sat there motionless staring into the darkness he felt great pride in the fact that he had been able to provide a life for his parents and sister in such a fine flat. But what if all the quiet, the comfort, the…

—p.113 The Metamorphosis (95) by Franz Kafka
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the words turned into deadly earnest

'Ten thousand times!' said Georg, to make fun of his father, but in his very mouth the words turned into deadly earnest.

—p.93 The Judgment (82) by Franz Kafka
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for us they must disappear topic/everybody-else

[...] while villages come toward us and flash past, while at the same time they turn away into the depths of the country, where for us they must disappear. And yet these villages are inhabited, and there perhaps travelers go from shop to shop.

—p.68 Wedding Preparations in the Country (55) by Franz Kafka
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one is too tired even to enjoy one's holidays properly

[...] '[...] One works so feverishly at the office that afterwards one is too tired even to enjoy one's holidays properly. But even all that work does not give one a claim to be treated lovingly by everyone; on the contrary, one is alone, a total stranger and only an object of curiosity. And as lon…

—p.56 Wedding Preparations in the Country (55) by Franz Kafka