Lypophrenia

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.  He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.  The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.  His many legs, pitifully thin ...

...We exist within the context of a language that is our own invention but which controls us in so far as we have lost sight ...

'We were never born to read. Human beings invented reading only a few thousand years ago. And with this invention, we rearranged the very organization ...

"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth ...

He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had ...

Tales of Mystery and Imagination, a book of short stories, written by Edgar Allan Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was orphaned early in life. He ...

I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I ...

The ship sank. It made a sound like a monstrous metallic burp. Things bubbled at the surface and then vanished. Everything was screaming: the sea, ...