Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [724]

Through the wall on the left—a woman hastily unfastening her unif before the glass door of the closet. And for a second, a glimpse of eyes, lips, two sharp rosy points… Then the blind falls, and all that happened yesterday is instantly upon me, and I no longer know what “finally, one more” was meant to be, I want to know nothing about it, nothing! I want one thing—I-330. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 724

Note

A brief visual flash through the glass wall instantly shatters the narrator’s ideological discipline, rendering paragraphs of political devotion obsolete in a single sentence.