“…There were old, half-rotten vegetables; bones from the evening meal, covered in white sauce that had gone hard… some cheese that Gregor had declared inedible two days before; and some bread spread with butter and salt…“Am I less sensitive than I used to be, then?”, he thought, and was already sucking greedily at the cheese which had immediately, almost compellingly, attracted him much more than the other foods… Quickly one after another, his eyes watering with pleasure, he consumed the cheese, the vegetables and the sauce; the fresh foods, on the other hand, he didn’t like at all… he couldn’t stand the smell.” Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis.
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