<p>One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled
dreams, he found himself 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
<strong>strong</strong> it and seemed ready to slide
off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin
compared with the size of the rest of him,
<a class="external ext" href="#">link</a> waved about
helplessly as he looked. "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.</p>
<p>One morning, 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
<strong>strong</strong> it and seemed ready to slide
off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin
compared with the size of the rest of him,
<a class="external ext" href="#">link</a> waved about
helplessly as he looked. "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.</p>