Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [855]

Through the dark windows of her eyes, deep within her, I saw a flaming oven, sparks, tongues of fire leaping up, a heaping pile of dry wood. And it was clear to me: it was too late, my words would no longer avail… — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 855

Note

The use of interior vision to reveal irreversible change, moving from visual detail to absolute psychological finality.