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Originally Posted by susie123
How about 1984:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Or Kafka's Metamorphosis, which paints an image that has always stayed with me:
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.
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Mmmm ... that's an image that stayed with you
Far be it from me to suggest some serious psychiatric help; but .....
