Gregor Samsa’s, something isn’t right moment is about humanity. He fears he isn’t passionate enough. He is useless if not measured by his family as a worker. His existence is purely to provide for his family. When he is not able to do that he becomes the literal pest of the house. He is in constant conflict about doing what is right by his family. He is so not wanting to be a bother to anyone that he is willing to curl up and die so that they can move on to a happier existence. |
He never takes a girlfriend or does anything for himself except to make the gilded frame that he puts a cut out girl from a magazine in to. He is missing the spark of passion and drive. He is a slave to his obligations and when he is freed from his position, he struggles with the want and need (i.e. his sister) that he can no longer have. He knew he was repulsive to her but he wanted her love so badly that he would at all costs protect her from the sight of him. He would hide himself away from her. Which reminds me of something... Life appears to be a vicious connection- in a moment of intertextuality that feels almost like magic I am reminded of one of my previous blogs: http://reginalloydhowwritersread.weebly.com/sapphire-blog/the-things-we-dont-say It isn't nice to tell someone things they don't want to hear, or show them ourselves if they don't want to see us. Gregor knows with his family they were happy with him only when he was providing for them and paying their debt. When he could no longer be their provider he became for them their pest. Through living as a bug, he became able to be cared for by them, but they did it grudgingly. He grew hunger, thirst and passion. But was unable to get love, or sustenance. They never could have loved him just the lifestyle he provided for him. He had in effect outlived his usefulness. |