Kafka:
On the morning K awoke to find himself transformed into a grotesque bug, his doorbell rang and two unsmiling gentlemen led him down a corridor he had never seen before although it was attached to the home he had lived in all his life. He assumed it was just a giant misunderstanding, as was, he presumed, the scroll of paper they flashed before him accusing him of unspecified offenses against the Queen, of whom he had never heard, and commanding him to appear before the Royal Hive, whose existence had hitherto eluded his awareness. He went cheerfully, with a bounce in the step of all six legs, confident that the matter would soon be sorted out.
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