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That’s to say, it was money that should not\r\nreally be touched but set aside for emergencies; money to live on had\r\nto be earned. His father was healthy but old, and lacking in self\r\nconfidence. During the five years that he had not been working—the\r\nfirst holiday in a life that had been full of strain and no success—he\r\nhad put on a lot of weight and become very slow and clumsy. Would\r\nGregor’s elderly mother now have to go and earn money? She suffered\r\nfrom asthma and it was a strain for her just to move about the home,\r\nevery other day would be spent struggling for breath on the sofa by the\r\nopen window. Would his sister have to go and earn money? She was still\r\na child of seventeen, her life up till then had been very enviable,\r\nconsisting of wearing nice clothes, sleeping late, helping out in the\r\nbusiness, joining in with a few modest pleasures and most of all\r\nplaying the violin. Whenever they began to talk of the need to earn\r\nmoney, Gregor would always first let go of the door and then throw\r\nhimself onto the cool, leather sofa next to it, as he became quite hot\r\nwith shame and regret.\r\n\r\nHe would often lie there the whole night through, not sleeping a wink\r\nbut scratching at the leather for hours on end. Or he might go to all\r\nthe effort of pushing a chair to the window, climbing up onto the sill\r\nand, propped up in the chair, leaning on the window to stare out of it.\r\nHe had used to feel a great sense of freedom from doing this, but doing\r\nit now was obviously something more remembered than experienced, as\r\nwhat he actually saw in this way was becoming less distinct every day,\r\neven things that were quite near; he had used to curse the ever-present\r\nview of the hospital across the street, but now he could not see it at\r\nall, and if he had not known that he lived in Charlottenstrasse, which\r\nwas a quiet street despite being in the middle of the city, he could\r\nhave thought that he was looking out the window at a barren waste where\r\nthe grey sky and the grey earth mingled inseparably. His observant\r\nsister only needed to notice the chair twice before she would always\r\npush it back to its exact position by the window after she had tidied\r\nup the room, and even left the inner pane of the window open from then\r\non.\r\n\r\nIf Gregor had only been able to speak to his sister and thank her for\r\nall that she had to do for him it would have been easier for him to\r\nbear it; but as it was it caused him pain. His sister, naturally, tried\r\nas far as possible to pretend there was nothing burdensome about it,\r\nand the longer it went on, of course, the better she was able to do so,\r\nbut as time went by Gregor was also able to see through it all so much\r\nbetter. It had even become very unpleasant for him, now, whenever she\r\nentered the room. No sooner had she come in than she would quickly\r\nclose the door as a precaution so that no-one would have to suffer the\r\nview into Gregor’s room, then she would go straight to the window and\r\npull it hurriedly open almost as if she were suffocating. Even if it\r\nwas cold, she would stay at the window breathing deeply for a little\r\nwhile. She would alarm Gregor twice a day with this running about and\r\nnoise making; he would stay under the couch shivering the whole while,\r\nknowing full well that she would certainly have liked to spare him this\r\nordeal, but it was impossible for her to be in the same room with him\r\nwith the windows closed.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 6"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG2TQ7A5MZD3VA61WZP25MDM","peer_label":"II","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG2T4R8J3C5MCD884PSP9QX4","peer_label":"metamorphoses.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H","peer_label":"Test Collection","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG2TRA96Q8MYQ58P3G5DS8J4","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG2TRA9HZNJNJAGRCJNJ7TY1","peer_label":"Chunk 7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T17:34:55.928Z","ts":"2026-01-28T17:34:57.597Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}