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Yevgeny Zamyatin

    Sasha Reiterhas quotedlast year
    I feel my cheeks burn as I write this. To integrate the colossal, universal equation! To unbend the wild curve, to straighten it out to a tangent—to a straight line! For the United State is a straight line, a great, divine, precise, wise line, the wisest of lines!
    samairaveerabhadrahas quoted2 years ago
    to conquer the world, man must conquer its rulers
    samairaveerabhadrahas quoted2 years ago
    Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?
    samairaveerabhadrahas quoted2 years ago
    Let my notes, like the most sensitive seismograph, record the curve of even the most insignificant vibrations of my brain: for it is precisely such vibrations that are sometimes the forewarning of..
    samairaveerabhadrahas quoted2 years ago
    Some wrote for their contemporaries; others for their descendants. But no one has ever written for ancestors, or for beings similar to his primitive, remote ancestors
    samairaveerabhadrahas quoted2 years ago
    cloud, white as a cataract, preposterous and puffed out like the cheeks of an ancient cupid, and somehow disturbing
    yo what's uphas quoted2 years ago
    My cheeks still bum as I write this. I feel something similar to what a woman probably feels when for the first time she senses within herself the pulse of a tiny, blind, human being. It is I, and at the same time it is not I. And for many long months it will be necessary to feed it with my life, with my blood, and then with a pain at my heart, to tear it from myself and lay it at the feet of the United State.
    yo what's uphas quoted2 years ago
    Blue sky, tiny baby suns in each one of our badges; our faces are unclouded by the insanity of thoughts. Rays.... Do you picture it? Everything seems to be made of a kind of smiling, a ray-like matter.
    yo what's uphas quoted2 years ago
    picture in the museum, a picture of an avenue of the twentieth century, a thundering, many-colored confusion of men, wheels, animals, billboards, trees, colors, and birds. ... They say all this once actually existed!

    It seemed to me so incredible, so absurd, that I lost control of myself and laughed aloud. A laugh, as if an echo of mine, reached my ear from the right. I turned.
    b7572499186has quoted8 months ago
    I beg your pardon
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