A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff...
Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question...