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His father had arrived home. “What’s\r\nhappened?” were his first words; Grete’s appearance must have made\r\neverything clear to him. She answered him with subdued voice, and\r\nopenly pressed her face into his chest: “Mother’s fainted, but she’s\r\nbetter now. Gregor got out.” “Just as I expected”, said his father,\r\n“just as I always said, but you women wouldn’t listen, would you.” It\r\nwas clear to Gregor that Grete had not said enough and that his father\r\ntook it to mean that something bad had happened, that he was\r\nresponsible for some act of violence. That meant Gregor would now have\r\nto try to calm his father, as he did not have the time to explain\r\nthings to him even if that had been possible. So he fled to the door of\r\nhis room and pressed himself against it so that his father, when he\r\ncame in from the hall, could see straight away that Gregor had the best\r\nintentions and would go back into his room without delay, that it would\r\nnot be necessary to drive him back but that they had only to open the\r\ndoor and he would disappear.\r\n\r\nHis father, though, was not in the mood to notice subtleties like that;\r\n“Ah!”, he shouted as he came in, sounding as if he were both angry and\r\nglad at the same time. Gregor drew his head back from the door and\r\nlifted it towards his father. He really had not imagined his father the\r\nway he stood there now; of late, with his new habit of crawling about,\r\nhe had neglected to pay attention to what was going on the rest of the\r\nflat the way he had done before. He really ought to have expected\r\nthings to have changed, but still, still, was that really his father?\r\nThe same tired man as used to be laying there entombed in his bed when\r\nGregor came back from his business trips, who would receive him sitting\r\nin the armchair in his nightgown when he came back in the evenings; who\r\nwas hardly even able to stand up but, as a sign of his pleasure, would\r\njust raise his arms and who, on the couple of times a year when they\r\nwent for a walk together on a Sunday or public holiday wrapped up\r\ntightly in his overcoat between Gregor and his mother, would always\r\nlabour his way forward a little more slowly than them, who were already\r\nwalking slowly for his sake; who would place his stick down carefully\r\nand, if he wanted to say something would invariably stop and gather his\r\ncompanions around him. He was standing up straight enough now; dressed\r\nin a smart blue uniform with gold buttons, the sort worn by the\r\nemployees at the banking institute; above the high, stiff collar of the\r\ncoat his strong double-chin emerged; under the bushy eyebrows, his\r\npiercing, dark eyes looked out fresh and alert; his normally unkempt\r\nwhite hair was combed down painfully close to his scalp. He took his\r\ncap, with its gold monogram from, probably, some bank, and threw it in\r\nan arc right across the room onto the sofa, put his hands in his\r\ntrouser pockets, pushing back the bottom of his long uniform coat, and,\r\nwith look of determination, walked towards Gregor. He probably did not\r\neven know himself what he had in mind, but nonetheless lifted his feet\r\nunusually high. Gregor was amazed at the enormous size of the soles of\r\nhis boots, but wasted no time with that—he knew full well, right from\r\nthe first day of his new life, that his father thought it necessary to\r","title":"Chunk 10"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG0KZ67K50CQT3J3ZW1G4SAK","peer_label":"Chapter Content","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QM71M0G20X5B9DHB1X","peer_label":"metamorphoses.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG0M2AAG44S8WC1N52999PBR","peer_label":"Chunk 9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG0M2AAKHRAPRKWHZ77P0S6K","peer_label":"Chunk 11","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-27T20:59:33.947Z","ts":"2026-01-27T20:59:34.999Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}