How Kafkaesque

“I just don’t get why this story is so famous,” Lawrence said. “and why we’re studying it in this class. So he gets turned into a giant bug, so what?”

Professor Turner sighed and shuffled aside some of the papers on his desk.

“Lawrence, I believe you’re entirely missing the point,” he replied. “The fact that Samsa awakens to find himself an insect isn’t the point of the story. The themes that the story touches on – isolation, societal expectations of work and personal life, family, the limits of sympathy and care for others – are what’s important, and the transformation is merely used as a way for the author to illustrate the points about them he’s making.”

“I know, but a giant insect!” Lawrence persisted. “It’s just unbelievable! It’s crazy! And there’s never even any explanation given as to why he transforms! I mean, there’s a lot of things that happen out there, and I get that the suspension of disbelief is a part of reading literature and everything, Professor, I get it – but, a giant bug? It’s just too ridiculous. I don’t get it. It’s just stupid and I just don’t get it.”

Dr. Turner sighed again. “Lawrence, perhaps if you had a specific question, or if we went over one of the key scenes in the story again…”

“A bug! A giant bug!” the student continued. “Why do we have to read this drivel, Dr. Turner? It’s just, just, completely unbelievable.”

Dr. Turner loosened his tie. “Is that what you really think?” he said quietly.

“YES! It’s not literature, it’s just a disgusting and unbelievable story!”

Turner went silent.

“Dr. Turner?”

The Professor’s eyes rolled back in his head as his jaw slackened and his mouth dropped open, revealing a black hollow pit. A squealing, high pitched buzzing came from it, quietly at first, then gaining in volume and power until it was a maddening, writhing sound.

Lawrence stood up from his chair, as horror and disbelief overtook him. He watched as Dr. Turner reached plunged his hands into the center of his chest, digging his fingers deep into his flesh, and pulled himself apart with a wet, fleshy tearing sound. The two bloody sides fell away to reveal a giant wriggling centipede, a gray segmented body with thousands of waving legs.

The boy screamed and turned to run, as the vermin lunged and clamped its powerful jaws around his neck.

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