From my friend Rob. Still not through laughing about this, which is in hard contrast with how I felt when I finished reading this story. It is a testimony to Kafka's skill as an author that a scenario as prosaically fabulous as a young man waking to discover himself transformed into a giant cockroach can tear your still-beating heart from your chest and then offer you a good hard look. It pulses a couple of times before it stops. Amen.