"And no man in the future shall see his sister or his daughter made into a loose woman without redress." "Your proletariat's sister and daughter.

But the daughter of the noble and the daughter of the bourgeoisie--fair game!" Sometimes there enters a man's head what might be called a sick idea; when the vitality is at low ebb and the future holds nothing.

Thus there was a grim and sick idea behind Gregor's gibes.

It was in his mind to die.

All the things he had loved had been destroyed.