You know how when you go to a meeting of the parents’ association at the music school and everyone’s sitting around the table eating pretzels and the dumpy mom treasurer enters the room only she’s lost thirty pounds and is fit, is wearing jeans as tight as they get, her hair’s longer, no longer dishwater strawberry blonde but instead dyed black with lots of magenta, and she’s got a black wonderbra on under her tan sweater? Don’t you love it when that happens?
Dude, that never happens.
Gregor, I almost didn’t recognize you, without all your legs!
Hee. Another Kafka joke. I look forward to the “Bgu metes Kakfa” strip.
Not everyone knows that Gregor’s father thought that “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”. If you want to know where that cliche came from, the answer is, Kafka. It’s right there in the book, don’t argue with me.
Not to brag, but I just checked, and I’m on the first page of the “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day” Google, out of more than 3000.
Here’s the text:
“…The breakfast dishes were set out on the table lavishly, for breakfast was the most important meal of the day to Gregor’s father, who lingered it out for hours over various newspapers…”
They’ve been telling us Gegor’s father is a role-model all these years? My habitual breakfastlessness is vindicated!