My design leads me to speak of forms changed into new bodies. ye gods, (for you it was who changed them,) favor my attempts, and bring down the lengthened narrative from the very beginning of the world, even to my own times. [ovid, metamorphoses]

one morning, when gregor samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible insect. he lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. [kafka, metamorphosis]

these two authors, separated by almost 2000 years, begin their works in very different ways. aside from the fact that ovid speaks in the first person, what is the most significant difference in these excerpts?
a) ovid seems to welcome transformation.
b) kafka is less descriptive than ovid.
c) ovid's tone is more formal.
d) kafka seems to enjoy samsa's transformation.

answer: metaphor: because there is a comparison between the treasures spread on the ground and the evil seed of adam drifting from the shoreline  

explanation:

i think the answer is a

hope i'm right, sorry if i'm not

-lavira : )

being judged by your physical appearance, gender, age or race has been a problem for many people around the world. we all have experienced segregation or rejection at some moment in our life. i   am not the exception. i am an overweight latin girl, two characteristics that do not me very much in a bullying society. i am an excellent student, speak beside my native language – spanish, english and i am currently studying portuguese. once there was a job opening for an international company. i was the perfect candidate for the position. i fulfilled all the requirements to get the job. yes, because of my   curriculum i was called for an interview. the same day, other candidates were appointed too.   i simply said to myself: this is for you, no one else is as prepared as you are, besides, you are smart, honest, responsible and reliable.

the recruiter called me, it was a middle age man, demanding looking one. as soon as he saw me entering the room he looked at me and said: “i am sorry, you are not the type of person we are looking for. it is for the reception and we need someone with different physical appearance”  

i felt like if a train had run over me. i felt miserable. he didn´t even asked me a question nor check on my skills! a pretty face and a perfect body was just as perfect for the position.

when i got home i cried for a long time until my tears dried from my being, then i told myself:   you are who you are, no one can tell you that you are not good enough because of your physical appearance. your intelligence will last forever! bodies age, faces disappear, but you   will always be